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

Tuesday, July 4, 2017


“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
                                            Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking

there are times when we realize
that the fabric out which we are made is flawed

pure and simple

oh, the garment looks fine
but look at it closely
and you will find the flaws

and then you know
that you are merely a “second”
not quite a keeper

it is clear who the keepers are
the one’s whose spouses admire and respect them
the one’s whose children say nice things about them on Facebook
the one’s who are surrounded by friends

there are times when you know
that there is a reason you are fundamentally alone

it is because you are flawed
not in an obvious way
you are smart enough, handsome enough
accomplished enough

but you have not been able to be there
not really
for that spouse
those children
those co-workers

you have been too wrapped up in your agenda
your fears
your need to accomplish

and so life has gotten lost in the living
and love has gotten lost in the loving

and now there is just this
this sitting in your space
surrounded by your books
saturated with knowledge

and being
not because those around you do not want to give
but more because you never to learned to give, or receive

and so the bond was never built
and you are forgettable
and expendable

and when you go
from a job
a town
or even a life

it is not likely
that you will be much missed

you did not intend it to be this way
you did the best you could
they are doing the best they can

but what is left
is uncomfortable space

Oh compassion still lives
the connection still holds
but only by the thinnest thread

thank God for dogs
and cats

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