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, June 7, 2018

There is love to be done

“Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred,
tender vision of your beautiful heart.”

There are many thing that can destroy us
Many things that do not support life

We sink our roots deeply
Into what does not nourish

16 years ago I planted three sets of clump birches
One set was planted in imported top soil
The other in one of the few spots with some soil
And the other, into the sandy gravel that covers the space I call home

One set is intact, three beautiful trees, clumped together, soaring 30 feet into the air
Of one set only one remains, finally beginning to flourish, but still small
And one set is dead

It took those trees 12 years to die, a slow death
No amount of nourishment, no number of fertilizer spikes could save them

For their roots were sunk in poverty

Let’s hear it for good soil!
For those people who make us flourish
For those thoughts that expand our soul
For those activities that exercise our physical and spiritual hearts

Let’s hear it for generosity, compassion, forgiveness, acceptance, and love

And let us be aware of that soil that does not feed us
But instead, robs us of nutriments
Slowly, secretly erodes our soul

Sometimes looking, at first
As if it will support life

Watch out for those who would promise us that which is not food
And slowly starve us to death morally and spiritually

Watch out for the gravelly soil of lies, and hate
Prejudice and greed
Misused power
Underused love

It is almost invisible
This wasting away
But the signs are there
When we are angrier than we should be
When we can listen to lies, and justify them
When we can look upon in justice, and rationalize it
When we can see that people are being left behind,
Without food, clothing, shelter, healthcare

And because we ourselves are not affected , just walk away

The signs are there

Help us, O Sacred One
To sink our roots deep into the good soil
Help us to find the wellspring of living water

Help us to flourish
Blessing our little hearts
And make them less small

There is love to be done
There are people who need to rest
In the shade of our compassion and caring

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