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

Friday, July 28, 2017

A Soul Problem

“There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul
than the way in which it treats its children.”
                                                                         Nelson Mandela

I wonder about our soul
this place that has so much power
so many resources
so much wealth

and so much poverty
so many children who go hungry
and have no place to lay their head

whose schools are being gutted
and whose health care being cut

so that the rich can be richer
(it really is as simple as that)

I think there is darkness where there should be light
I think there is coldness, where there should be warmth
I think there are empty places, where there should be love

I think
We have a soul problem

It is not hopeless
For there is health there too
Among the many people
Who refuse to buy into the essential selfishness peddled by our leaders
Who refuse to buy into the amorality embraced by those in power

There are spots of light everywhere
May they find each other

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