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, September 18, 2018

in the silence

"Let us simply stop and start listening to our own hearts. There we will touch a lot of pain. We will possibly touch a lot of anger. We will possibly touch a lot of loneliness and anguish. Then we will hear something deeper. We will hear the voice of Jesus"
                                                                           Jean Vanier

We jump out of bed
Grab our smart phones
Fire up our computers
Turn on the TV
Crank up the tunes

We fill our ears and eyes constantly
Rarely are we quiet
And in the presence
Of God
Or others

And yet in the silence important things come
Through those moments of presence
Come the things we try to avoid in our busyness

The pain, and fear
The memories
The emptiness

But good things come as well

And yes
The Sacred speaks too
That still small voice
That living Presence
Of Love Him/Herself

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