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

Friday, July 22, 2016

God steals my heart

I've come to take you with me
even if I must drag you along
But first I must steal your heart
then settle you in my soul.

my soul is tired
I feel I have lost my way
as if we have all lost our way
I trudge listlessly
on a hot afternoon,
dust rising
as I trod, trod, trod
then a breeze
fresh of the mountain
dances around me
light fingers caress my face
and I lift my eyes unto the hills
and stunned by beauty my heart is stolen
and my soul, once withered
and constrained
soars freely
and finds its soul’s home
in the soul of the Beloved
and at least for this moment
I walk
with God.

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