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, May 17, 2017

Standing in the Silence

" Life sings .... in our silences,
and dreams in our slumber.
Even when we are beaten and low
.... life is enthroned and high.

And when we weep, ....
Life smiles upon the day
and is free even when we
.... drag our chains. "
                                           - Khalil Gibran

Gray upon gray
then the merest insinuation of color

growing until
the sky half orange
half dreary
sings in silence

and answering the song
the birds awaken
and carry on the song

which floats through the cold still air
weaving its way through
the deep fabric of morning

until at last
life sings in my soul
joy echoing there

in spite
of the day past
in anticipation of
the day arriving

Sacred Love
Emerging as the merest insinuation of a smile
On this tired face

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