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

Monday, November 20, 2017


“The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.”
                             Nikita Gill

It feels, some days, as if all those things
for which I have reached

have slipped through my clumsy

eluding my grasp as surely as a snowflake

my dreams a visions of self
as a minister,
parent, spouse


as a person!

have gone, far too often
slip sliding away

not quite lived out

almost love
almost kindness
almost integrity
almost honesty
almost effectiveness

but then again
I tried

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