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

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

To a laughing God

How did those priests ever get so serious
and preach all that gloom?

I don’t think God tickled them yet
Beloved – hurry
                             St. Teresa of Avila


We seem to become such
dour creatures in your name

our faith
is somber because
we have loaded it down with so much
shame and guilt

we burden ourselves
and then all too freely
pass it on
pretending these afflictions are from You

and we erode the gift of your affection

remind us O Sacred One
of grace
and love

may each moment of sunilight
each bit of glistening snow
each cloud
each tree
each smile

lighten our hearts
and tickle our souls

and bring
to our lips

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