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, February 24, 2019

Just sit there

Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing
Just rest

For your separation from God
Is the hardest work in this world….

Avoiding the God takes a lot of work
You can’t do it easily

How do you avoid the God in a sunrise
Or in the light, glistening off a mountain
Newly white
On a winters day?

How do you avoid God
In a spring breeze
Scented with pine,

Or in the nudge of a dog’s nose
when it is time to rise?

how do you avoid God in
the smile of a friend
or the hug of a child?

Oh we try
We spend hours on Facebook
Get tangled up in tweets

We put our head down
And refuse to look up

We bury our lives in busyness

But still God comes
In the rising of the moon
In the laughter of coyotes

In the dancing of deer through the trees
In the pressure of a horse nose
In the small of one’s back

And catches us by

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