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

Sunday, October 14, 2018

the Great ones

" The great do not regard themselves;
look not for godliness
... in a self-conceited man.

Eminence does not consist in
... outward show and vaunting words, ...
nor dignity in hauteur and pretension. "
- Shaykh Sa'adi Shirazi

where do we find the great ones?
the ones who touch hearts and souls
and carry others through the terrors of this world?

look not to the corner office
nor the pulpit
look not to the capital building or the White House (especially not there)

look not to those who preen and boast
who stand in front of thousands
preaching or ranting
nor to the ones who wear the accessories of success
and gather all things to themselves

look instead to the half way house
the homeless shelter
look to the classroom
and that dank kitchen in the basement of an old church building

look at the bent body, in the veteran’s hat
at the grandmother shepherding her grandchildren

look in the places where the “least of these” are served
and look toward the quiet ones who humbly attend

with compassion and kindness
with acceptance and encouragement
with love

look for those, not with shiny gold veneers
but for those with deep souls
who reach out their hands to
the lost, the poor
the ill, the agitated
the dirty, the ragged
the addicted
the immigrant

look to those who reach out to the vulnerable ones of this world
and in doing so
touch God

for to such belong the Kingdom

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