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

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Broken Open

“I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2

The Sacred wants to break our hearts
Break them open
With Sacred love

Break them open
So that we might be touched
By all that is around

Only when our hearts are broken
Can we feel the pain and despair
Of the poor,
The homeless, the rejected
The shamed
The oppressed
The minimized

Only when our hearts are broken
Can we be moved to act with compassion
With generosity
Only then will we dare fight against injustice
And reject bigotry

And only when our hearts are broken
Can we find true joy
Only they can we truly love

For only when are hearts are broken
Can they be healed
And only then
Can we be

for when our hearts are broken
all the world
not just its pain but its beauty
all the world
can enter in
and fill that empty longing space

and the Sacred One

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