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

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Strangely In between

it is all gone

all the warmth and vitality
the brightness of early buttercups
the first burgeoning greenness

this sun rises cold
and stares down on a bleak and sterile world

which, once teeming with life
now lies dead
beneath a frozen whiteness

we know that life will come again,
will come again,
will come again

that once again the irresistible
power and warmth of Light
will thaw the frozen world
and bring forth

raw and new

but on this bleak morning
in this time of interim
where we are strangely in between

we can but wait
and hope

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