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, September 6, 2018

Stand firm

In the middle of the river the boulder sits
Moss covered, and cracked

Around it, chaotically roaring
Insistent and powerful
The water surges

Feed from melting snow and sudden rains

Smaller, lesser rocks roll
Larger rocks rumble
Down the stream

Driven by the force of the water
Which will not be denied

But still this rock sits
Breaking the will of the water
Which must part
Change direction

For this rock is rooted deep
This rock has the strength that comes
For that deep connection with that
From which it has been birthed

We too live in the middle of chaos
All around us the waters roar
Pushing us this way and that

Trying to move us
Propel us
Into places we do not want to go

Greed and the lust for power rumble
Racism, sexism
Flow powerfully

We feel the pressure

Can we stand?

Can we force the waters to part?

Only if we are rooted
Only if we understand what we value
What we believe
And only if we are deeply rooted in that from which we came

The Sacred

When we are rooted, we just are
We do not have to flail and assail
We do not have to minimize or dismiss
We do not have to fear and exclude
We do not have to call others names, or bully

We can simply stand

Instead of saying, “XXX is awful”, or worse, “YOU are awful”,
We can say, “based upon the fact that the Sacred calls us to love all people, and
See all others as Sacred Children, I cannot accept……..”

We stand
We force those forces that would destroy
To break, to part, to move

It is difficult to just stand
To be in the moment, rooted

It is easier to roll, crushing all in our path
Allowing the very things we would resist
To control us, move us, push us

But stand we must
This day
Every day

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