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 29, 2016

The Sun Rises

The sun rises
The day breaks
the chickens emerge, clucking
and the horses hanging longingly over the fence

a new day unfolds

but why doesn't it feel new?

Sometimes the road does indeed
seem to stretch on forever

twisting its dry dusty way
through the rocks and
of an endless desert

More meetings
another client
more fear
and hurt
and pain
to be faced

more tasks to be done

where does it come from
the love
the comfort
the hope
we need
we need to give?

Sometimes it helps
to be plugged into the Infinite

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