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

Thursday, December 21, 2017


Hope is the place where joy meets the struggle
                                           Parker Palmer


here at the beginning of the beginning
as the world takes a slow breathe
and waits

waits for Sacred presence to make all things new

here as we stand with the whole weight of darkness
at our back
and the smallest hint of light

we look for hope

we want to have hope
not that we even understand what to hope for,
such are the tendrils of darkness that have woven their way
into the fabric of our being

but still we hope
gazing at a faint glimmer of light
hoping against hope
that we will understand,
that something better, bigger will surface
from deep within

and if we are lucky
something rises within us
call it joy

call it expectation
that what we wait for
here at the beginning of the beginning
will come

joy is energy
it moves our feet, our hands
it moves us forward
toward the light

and when it touches
the challenges

the hurt, the pain
the disappointment, the fear
the anger,
even the hate

when it touches the challenges
it overcomes
and hope is born

and each time hope is born
the light
so dim
so distant

as we move toward morning
and the end of the beginning

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