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 23, 2019

all heaven is about to break loose


Tis the night before
The night before

an odd day
without expectation

no quiet stillness
no starry night
no angel choir
no voice echoing in our chamber of fear
be not afraid

this day we trod
we trod
through the debris of life
head down
merely putting on foot in front of the other

that all heaven is about to break loose

we think of common things
of bills to be paid
of marriages unraveling
of children struggling
health failing

we think of taxes (damn Caesar anyway)
and of hunger
and cold

we struggle with the hungry ghosts
of fear and greed
we battle with forces within and without
that pull us into
hate, and racism, and exclusion

and so step by tired step
we plod

eyes fixed on the dusty
manure scattered ground

that all heaven is about to break loose

halting for a moment
at a busy street

to watch a young girl pass by
walking the walk of the very pregnant
a man, her lover,
her husband perhaps,
or maybe her father,
hovering at her side

then walking on again

that all heaven is about to
break loose

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