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, October 6, 2017

a little rain

It rained last night
A rare gift in a very dry summer

Everything is fresh
And new
The air is clean, the leaves gleam
The dust is settled
The grass is showing signs of life

In moments like this
Awash with freshness
That powerful images of renewal
Make total sense

So often Sacred Presence is symbolized by
Springs of living water
Streams in the desert
Foot washing

The Sacred drenching us with presence and love
Cooling, enlivening
Cleaning, refreshing

Think of it how you will

This morning I walked
I started knee deep in dust and destruction
A small human being with a lot of power
Had just trashed a lot of valuable human beings with no power
(Think Puerto Rico)

Proving how destructive spiritual, emotional, and relational smallness can be

I was burning
(OK I still am, but its better)

But as I walked I was reminded
That after the drought, the rains usually come
After the heat, the coolness
Brown turns to green
And even that destroyed by fire or wind,
Or even human careless, can become restored.

I believe in the Sacred
I believe in the power of love
But I now know, more than ever before
That unless people of faith, people with big souls
Let the Sacred move within them, and then from them

Unless we start getting involved in countering what is coming
Out of greed, and hate and smallness
Our world will become more of a living hell than it is right now

O Sacred one
Pour out your power in these days
For the small have gained the seats of power
And all those things you hate, greed, selfishness, cruelty, brutality, racism
Are being promoted

We need a little rain
We need a lot of rain

To wash away that which would smother and destroy

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