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, August 9, 2019

don't be hardened

“Do not be hardened by the pain and cruelty of this world.
Be strong enough to be gentle, to be soft and supple like running water,
gracefully bending around sudden turns, lithely waving in strong winds,
freely flowing over sharp rocks, all the while quietly sculpting
this hard world into ever deeper beauty,
gently eroding rigid rock into silken sand, tenderly transforming human cruelty
into humankindness. Remember, true strength is not found in the stone,
but in the water that shapes the stone.”
                                                                         L.R. Knost

Ah the persistent love
That flows from the source of our being

That power that is Love

It is our only hope
Technology will let us down
Our own efforts will let us down
Those who tell us they are our “only hope” will certainly let us down

But this power
Which gently permeates our being
Which flows like a never ending stream
Of living water

It is the one thing which can save us

For we are all too ready it seems
To succumb to cruelty

To, out of our petty greed
Out of our fear and hate

Do terrible things
Do all the things, the Sacred pleads for us
Not to do

We are all too ready to make

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