Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Sunday, March 13, 2016

God does not fit in a Box

“Every word, every image used for God is a distortion more than a description.”
― Anthony de Mello, One Minute Wisdom

we spend way too much time trying to capture the Sacred
we have our images
our tomes, filled with profundities
our doctrines

we study
we declare

ah, what fools we are!

we cannot capture God
in our words and our thoughts
any more than we can capture the wind

our philosophies and ideologies
become entombed flesh
and ultimately rot
and stink of deadness

God is all about empty tombs
and about glimpses of the holy
that can only be lived and experienced

in the morning sun,
in fresh snow on the mountain,
in the laughter of children

grab hold of that moment
when you know you love
and know you are loved

remember being in a lovers embrace
and the sloppy kiss of your child (or grandchild)
remember a smile,
or the eyes of compassion

remember an act of kindness
given and received

remember that moment
grace full
burden free
when you walked lightly

grab hold of that moment
for in that moment,
for just that moment,
(before you start to think about it too much)

God is

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