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

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


Faith is the word that describes the direction our feet start moving when we find that we are loved. Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.
                                                                        Frederick Buechner, “Magnificant Defeat”

the land looks tired
in the waste-land of mid-summer
the mountains loom brown and brooding

the snow is long gone
and streams once wild and chatter
are quiet and diminished

the grass, brittle
reflect the morning sun
which gleams hotly through
the dry gold

flowers and horses both droop
heads bowed to the ground

yet the morning air blows cool
off of the hills
a hint of things to come

and so day becomes night
and night becomes day
and we travel on

trusting in the seasons
and in the snows to come

and trusting too
in Sacred love
which invites us ever on

no matter how tired
and dry
into the next moment

where wonders

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