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, August 15, 2016


“And when we come to search for God, Let us first be robed in night, Put on the mind of morning
 To feel the rush of light Spread slowly inside The color and stillness Of a found world.”
― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings

there is something about the blackness of night
gives power to the dawn

although there is beauty in a night sky
littered with stars
and in the mountains ghostly in the moon light

but Ah!
as the sun creeps above the horizon
merely a hint of light
and then morning bust

orange yellow red
reflective brilliance

then at last the first rapiers of light
cleaving the darkness
setting  the world aflame

dazzling, blinding
made richer by the dark

so too at times the inner darkness
in its deep richness

resolves into light,
lifting us

out of the gloom
its radiance
made even more profound

by the dark night of the soul
which it destroyed 

and so life
illumined by Sacred love

grayness banished
as life

afire with Sacred

is found

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