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, June 7, 2016

We need a few weeds

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
― Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: The Complete Poems

in the place of power (Washington DC)
everything is ordered and cool
stately buildings and marble halls

tidy people in their power clothes
groomed and proper

so careful
so rigid
so unable to create change

forget the orderly one’s

what we really need are a few weeds
wet and wild

we need a Jesus, a Gandhi, a Martin Luther King
we need a Bonhoeffer,
a Robert Kennedy, a Dali Lama, a Thich Nhat Hanh
a Nelson Mandela

we need people (and to be people)
 who are open to the
disturbing influence of the Sacred

who are willing to be watered by Spirit
and fed by Sacred Presence

who are willing to grow wildly, uncontrolled
who are willing to give extravagantly
and love wildly

and be

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