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

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Looking through Sacred eyes

“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”
                                                          John Joseph Powell

Looking in the mirror we see it all
The beauty perhaps

But it is most likely that we see
All the warts and wrinkles
The sagging chin

Every flaw jumps off the glass

And our eyes reflect back
All the emptiness and fear in our souls

Most of us (with rare exceptions) cannot appreciate ourselves
We are our own worst critics
And we cannot see our own beauty

But sometimes someone
Looks at us with the eyes of love
They see what is best

And they think we are wonderful

And we mostly believe it

And when that someone is God?


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