Something called faith

Earth’s crammed with heaven,

    And every common bush afire with God;

    But only those who see take off their shoes,

    The rest sit around and pluck blackberries.

                             Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

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When does a bush that burns become a burning bush?

When does the ordinary become the Sacred?

Perhaps it is more in the seeing than in the seen

Earth is indeed crammed with heaven

The sacred is present every where

In the sun blushed mountain

the wind in the firs

the glittering snow

in the fragile old woman

creeping along the sidewalk

in the sodden man

lying asleep in the bushes

in the very shadow of affluence

The Sacred is

in all that is beautiful

and not beautiful

all that is living

and dying

but a burning bush

is merely a bush that burns

unless our heart too

burns

with

sacred fire

and we see with eyes

lit by

some thing

called

faith