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

Monday, July 25, 2016


“Every human interaction offers you the chance to make things better or to make things worse.”
― Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

it is Genesis every morning
as out of the darkness come light

and the earth stirs
shrugging off its stupor

the birds of the air
soar and float
effortlessly on the wind

the fish in the winding waters
that flow
through a sea of grass
lurk in deep cool pools

the deer bound through the grass
to the cover of the trees
where the denizens of the forest
linger in the shade

and I too rise
into this paradise
and wander through the garden

where voices whisper and
choices await
Adam’s dilemma

power or servanthood
grasping or giving
judgment or compassion
hating or loving

and with each choice
in ways sometime large
sometimes small

a chance
to walk in the garden again
in the cool of the day

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