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, May 8, 2018

“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.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

What is the latest on the news?
On Facebook?

Nazi symbols burned by white supremacists?
The latest lie
Or latest rabid tweet from our liar in chief?
Another shooting?
Another tax cut for the very rich?
A treaty violated
peace eroded

Excuse me for being a bit irate!

What is next?
More Christians justifying hate and greed?

Everything seems to be running down

Where are the good people?
Where are the faithful people?

Christ is not ambivalent
Be generous!

But the people who claim God
Seem to be the worst
Full of destructive intensity

Willing to destroy the earth
Erase protections for the poor
Exclude the strange
Oppress the vulnerable

Its enough to make God cry
It is enough to make me despair

What do we do
When the center cannot hold

O lord
Deliver us

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