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, December 22, 2017

sacred and secular

“There is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred,
and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation.”
                                                           Madeleine L'Engle

the place where the animals sheltered
became the place where the Sacred sheltered

the common, dusty roads of Palestine
became the place where
Sacred was shared

the gravel roads I walk each morning
as the sun rises
and happy dog dances
becomes my sanctuary where Sacred resides

Sacred too are the precious souls
who come to the place I work
to share, to struggle, to heal

and Sacred are the tired grey heads
to join on Sunday morning
to stir the embers of faith

Sacred is the one who mutters along the side walk
a hundred voices in his head
and Sacred to the single mother who amidst
the chaos of a cluttered living room
hugs her child

even the halls of the mighty
can be Sacred
those places where laws are past
and Sacred too, those souls
tangled in the web of power and wealth

the Sacred is sometimes difficult to see
to touch
but there is nothing, and no one

so “secular”
so immersed in the way of desecration
that the embers of
holiness cannot be stirred

it is our job
to stir the embers of our own soul into fire
that we live love, compassion, generosity, acceptance

to so live
as Sacred children
that we become the power
that bends the world

toward Bethlehem

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