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

Monday, December 24, 2018

Christmas Eve

on this eve of eve’s
when we feel love
and loneliness

when we feel
our failures
and our joys
at their most intense

on this eve of eve’s
we recognize something profound
that we live
in that place

where sacred
and human meet

on that boundary
between the ugly and the sublime

where all that is good and beautiful
collides with all
that is hateful and destructive

on this eve of eve’s
we feel the world tilt
on its axis

and know
in our deepest place
that love

Sorry haters
Sorry those who would aid the rich and hurt the poor
your moments
your delusions
may carry the moment
but in the depth of eternity

love wins


I salute you!
There is nothing I can give you that you have not;
But there is much that, while I cannot give you
Can take

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts  
Find rest in it today
Find heaven

No peace lies in the future
That is not hidden in this present instant
Take peace

The gloom of the world is but a shadow
Behind it, yet within our reach
Is joy
Take joy

And so at this Christmas time I greet you
And with the prayer that for you
Now and forever
The day breaks the
Shadows flee away
Fra Giovanni  (1513) 

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