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, November 17, 2017


“Tears are words that need to be written.”
                                            Paulo Coelho

the tears do no always come
they do not flow from my eyes and down my face
to be blown away by the wind

to join the tears of the Sacred
falling from heaven

but they are there
a cry of the heart
a rending of the soul

there is so much pain out there
and thus
so much pain in here

people divided
angry, hateful

driven by words unwritten and unspoken
into acts of essential selfishness
into fearful acts of
and casual violence

pain not shared become
that which separates and divides

yet pain
and tears shared
become the bridge
across which compassion and love walk

across which God walks
to make
all things new

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