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

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Always becoming

I realize there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter,
how they're experts at letting things go.”
                                                          Jeffrey McDaniel

The trees stand
Starkly beautiful
Bare branches reaching
Skeletal like toward

A slowly warming sky

Its seems so long ago
That they grudgingly let go
of their adornments

golden, burgundy, orange
dancing in the fall wind
to the cold earth

a necessary death

for only out of such vulnerable nakedness
can they clothe themselves
with newness

which is new for only a season
and then must be releases

as newness comes
again and
always becoming

until saplings
become venerable

and we rest in their shade
in the heat
of summer

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