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, February 19, 2017

Give me your hand

“Give me your hand
out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.”
― Pablo Neruda

the pain is so deep
we almost drown

in the loss
the fear
the hatred
the lies

we over overwhelmed
pulled under
struggling to breathe
to breathe


going under
until a hand
reaching down

into the depth
and grasps our hand
reaching up
a life grip

a child
a lover
a friend
perhaps, even God

this is why we are here
you, me,
all of us

to reach down
to the hand
reaching up

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