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

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

flesh inspirited

Make ready for the Christ, Whose smile, like lightning,
Sets free the song of everlasting glory
That now sleeps, in your paper flesh, like dynamite.
Thomas Merton, “The Victory,” The Collected Poems of Thomas Merton (New Directions: 1977), 115.

When God gives of Godself, one of two things happens: either flesh is inspirited or spirit is enfleshed.
                                                                                                                   Richard Rohr

We carry the sacred
Holiness sleeps
In our flesh

Like dynamite

Ready to explode
To be felt and seen
By a watching world

So the all creation waits
For spirit enfleshed
To make itself known

And waits, and waits, and waits

As we, inspirited flesh
Struggle still with dissension
Fear, and greed

The wounds we carry in this sacred flesh
(or psyche)
our reminder of the cross of our humanity

perhaps it is time
for us to put aside childish things
and to “grow up into our incarnation” (Rohr)

and finally reflect
the image and likeness of the One
from whence we come

who is

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