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, June 21, 2017

Staring into Space

“In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens." In an age of hopelessness they call it simply “space.”
                                                                         Peter Kreeft

he thought
we simply lose the mystery

she becomes not love, or passion
not a beautiful things whose depths hold

but merely a lover, a wife
someone who secrets we no longer seek

each day becomes
merely routine
boxes on a calendar to be marked off

the sun rise is merely the sunrise
it just comes, and comes again
and then goes
gold to gray

and life, well life
is no longer about wonder
and dreams
no longer about love
but about responsibility, and pain
and angst

and we grow tired
and we no longer gaze into the heavens
but stare heavily

into space

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