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, November 21, 2016

Living God

“We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the Eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.”
― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings

The Sacred is woven
into the fabric of this world

it is inseparable
from even the most common moments

it is the common thread
that pulls our lives together
our moments together

making everything holy
every thing a sacrament

a eucharist

in the Eucharist we consume the Sacred*

we open ourselves up to Sacred Presence
We take it in, we taste it, savor it
Sometimes, perhaps,
We have to chew on it for a while
Sometimes it is hard to swallow

But as we make it part of ourselves
We begin to live it
We begin to live God

Each act becomes endowed
With meaning
That word spoken
That kindness given

All of life becomes, a celebration
Of Sacred love

And our scattered and fragmented souls
Are transformed

*Beatrice Bruteau, p.62, The Holy Thursday Revolution

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