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, November 30, 2016


We are not as near each other as we would like to imagine. Words create bridges between us. Without them we would be lost islands. Affection, recognition and understanding travel across these fragile bridges and enable us to discover each other and awaken friendship and intimacy. Words are never just words. The range and depth of a person's soul is inevitably revealed in the quality of the words used. When chosen with reverence and care, words not only describe what they say but also suggest what can never be said.
                                                                        John O'Donohue,  Excerpt from BEAUTY

It times of stress
whether that stress be societal (an election)
or personal (a loss, or other trials)

we are either drawn radically together
or we are driven apart

which one it is has, often, to do with our words
words are bridges
they are the fragile link (along with actions) between us

and over these bridges can pass many things
anger, hate, frustration, fear
love, acceptance, comfort
and yes, love

sometimes the waters between us are
roiled by many powerful things which threaten
to destroy the tenuous link we have forged

as hate and fear and distrust roar
as people (and webpages) with agendas that are often hidden and horrible
seek, literally to sow discord and anger

our connection to each other is threatened

when there is pain and sorrow
when there is loss an suffering
and bad thing happens

our connection to each other is threatened

Sometimes the bridges simple collapse, and all that is left between us is the churning rage 
Sometimes the bridges hold, the connection persists
And love, kindness, and compassion, still make their way between us

We need to take care of the bridge
Build it well, and strong
We need to have care, what passes across is

It is so easy to throw words on a computer screen
And send them flying through the internet
So easy to let words of anger and frustration flow forth

Toppling the bridges between us
And filling the space between
With dark and ugly things

Words are never just words
They are a caress
Or a slap
They build
Or destroy

I am not always careful with my words
Neither of some of those who speak to me

But in this dark time
While hatred, racism, and many other things
Flow around us, a flood
We need our bridges
We need love and compassion
We need each other

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