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

Saturday, November 25, 2017

second coming


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats


recently it feels as though things have fallen apart
and the center no longer holds
what was good is evil
and what was evil is good

what was prized, compassion and honesty
are now neglected, and what was despised
brutality and greed, are now exaluted

Does all that is "not Sacred" slouch toward us
waiting to dominate, to "win"

and what do we do, we citizens of Bethlehem?
do we "stand rooted and speechless while the pavement cracks to pieces and the sky falls down" (Louise Penny adapted)

or do we wait for another coming
of a better world,
a Kingdom where nothing exists that is not Sacred
a Kingdom of "heaven"

and do we, instead of standing
birthing through our acts of love, generosity and compassion,
that for which we wait?

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