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

Friday, October 12, 2018

until we are healed

Of all the times - Time be the recorder,
Of all the things - Time be the robber,
Of all the sorrows - Time be the healer,
Of all the powers - Time be the taker.

On this fall morning
as morning struggles to arrive
I sit and stare at windows which are dead eyes
staring back

There is nothing there,
no mountain dusted with snow
no golden aspens, fluttering in the breeze

just blackness, unrelenting

and yet I know the mountain is there,
the aspen too
somewhere the sun creeps slowly toward the horizon

and this dark moment will pass

in this timeless moment
when the world has stopped
in this difficult moment
when it seems as if nothing will change

as the darkness of hate and greed seem unrelenting
and it feels as if it will be always night
never morning

we must look beyond

time is relentless
as relentless as that sun that soon shall rise over
the jagged teeth of the Seven Devils

It feels so shallow to say, “this too shall pass’
but it shall

and that Force which drives the universe
that Power which set time in motion
that One who envisioned and created us
that One who loves us

is in time
and those who think their momentary triumphs
of hate and greed
will stand

are mistaken

for although what we do now
is written into the fabric of the universe
so that the very soul of creation is imprinted with our acts
for good or ill

time moves on
and what is, passes and goes away
empires and buildings crumble and fall
and with them the arrogance of human kind

power comes, and goes
and comes and goes again

even the arrogant who smugly strut and smirk
will find, someday, their power gone
their hands empty
and perhaps, perhaps, their souls lost

and sorrow too
for time is the healer

it is not just that we forget the pain, the hurt
the loss, the defeat

it is truly that over time
love and light gently flow over and around us
through us

slowly filling the empty places
easing the pain
calming our hearts

until we are healed

it is not that all sorrow flees, is cured
but it is healed
and becomes a doorway into what is next

Thank your creator God
Thank you heavenly father / mother
For bringing your loving presence into time
and help us to know
that all will be well
in time

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