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, October 26, 2016

Into the wind

“Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.”
                                                           Nina LaCour, Hold Still

There are times I feel hollow
a void

and when the winds of life blow
cold and sharp

I am chilled to the core

Hate and fear,
loathing and anger,
come my way

and for a moment
I feel defenseless

and yet deep within
an ember is fanned
and bursts into flame


and my soul warms itself
in the glow
of sacred presence

and once bent
I straighten
and walk into

1 comment:

  1. Not many comments Stephen. Do you care about that? I can see that writing in and of itself is fulfilling. But, it's good to know you're being heard. I enjoy checking your blog. It's . . . comforting? Your mind works differently than mine, but toward similar goals. KE