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, June 4, 2017


“When I am battered and oppressed by the world that humanity has made - which is difference from the world that is was given - my primary defense, my consolation, is the absurdity of that world”
                                                                                                      Dean Koontz

They are all around me
Those people we deem as different, strange, perhaps odd

That woman who dresses strangely, and walks head down
Unseeing along the highway

That woman, flushed and overweight
Smoking, cursing,
Fling both words and cigarette butts with abandon

That strange young man who stares intently
At those who pass by

We look at them
And quickly judge them,


But today, as I watched some people who do not quite fit in
to the fabric of society

I wondered

What is his story?
What is her story?

What lies behind those behaviors we deem so odd
or even inappropriate

Perhaps she was assaulted
or abandoned

perhaps his mother told him
he would never be any good, and no one would ever love him

there is always a back story
and that person
yes that person over there we
we minimize and dismiss
may well be battered and oppress

destroyed by the absurdity of the world

that person is a precious

precious soul.

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