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 2, 2019

the intrusion of love

““Into this world, this demented inn
in which there is absolutely no room for him at all,
Christ comes uninvited.”
                               Thomas Merton

It has begun
That slow journey, in the darkness
Toward incarnation

Toward Love manifest

We festoon this season with color and light
With merriment and music
We offer gifts and talk of love

Our heads are filled with angels and shepherds
Kindly animals
Gathered around a child
Wise visitors
And magical stars

And we conveniently forget
that the incarnation was the intrusion of love
in an unlovely world

where rulers oppressed
and people lived in poverty
and the religious were cruel

we ignore the fact that
after the birth the first things that happen
are that Jesus’ family is forced to flee oppression
and become refugees
and children are murdered

it is almost as if the incarnation didn’t happen


yet we know that love unleashed
is powerful

love leaves nothing untouched
love never dies

there is a kind of comfort
in the harsh realities of the story
for as it was
so it is

for still rulers oppress
and people live in poverty
and the religious are cruel

still families are forced to flee oppression
and become refugees
and children are murdered

Yet still Love comes
and comes
and comes again

into the mangers of our heart
the intrusion of love
into an unlovely world

incarnation continued
through us
in whom the Sacred has been born

in our compassion
our forgiving
our kindness
our welcoming
our generosity

still love comes
shining forth
then as now
light in the darkness

and the darkness
now, as then
does not overcome it

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