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, August 30, 2018

Pain Embraced

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense,
once hate is gone,
they will be forced to deal with pain.
                                             James Baldwin

What is down there
Deep down in your soul?

What is it that lurks in the dark corners,
Waiting to pounce?

What powerful force looms
Behind the fear, the greed,
The lust for power

Perhaps it is made up
of all the pain we have suffered in our lives

all the failures, all the rejection
all the abuse
all the trauma

Perhaps it is pain
The pain of not being nurtured by a parent
The pain of not being loved
The pain that comes from deep rooted poverty
The pain of violence

The pain of being dehumanized
For being a woman,
Or being a person of color
Or being poor

We don’t like pain
We do not want that creature to come into the light
And so we leave that pain
Hiding in the corner

While we allow other things to pour forth

Substituting things that cause pain for our pain

Hate, anger, greed

Driving the monster deeper into the shadows, but feeding it
Feeding it

Until it fills our soul

Perhaps it is time
To walk into that dark corner
To walk into that place, with love, grace, and acceptance

Perhaps it is time to make that pain our friend
To embrace it
Welcome it
Explore it
Touch it

Pain loses its power when it is acknowledged
And accepted,
Perhaps shared
With another who can hold our pain gently

For pain embraced is softened
And as it is softened
So too our need to avoid

All our defenses can come crashing down
And we can find our humanity again
Homo divinus

Sacred Children

And so too we can once again se the humanity
And divinity of others

Then we can see the Face of God
Not only in the mirror
But in all we meet

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