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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, January 24, 2020

Ah, what a God we have


What kind of God would He be
if He did not hear the bangles ring on
an ant’s wrist

as they move the earth
in their sweet
dance?

And what kind of God would He be
if a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to creation
as the prayer His own son sang
from the glorious depth
of his soul –
for us.

And what kind of God would He be
if the vote of millions in this world could sway Him
to change the divine
law of
love

that speaks so clearly with compassion’s elegant tongue,
saying, eternally saying:

all are forgiven – moreover, dears,
no one has ever been
guilty.

What
kind of God would He be
if He did not count the blinks
of your
eyes
and is in absolute awe of their movements?

What a God - what a God we
have.
                                         Kabir
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Today my kitten discovered
That you can’t fun full out through the lower glass pain
on a French doo

Today my horses greeted me
Manes frosted with snow
With loving nuzzles

Today Finn the dog proved
That he is indeed a snow dog
Racing manically through falling flakes
And cavorting in new found snow drifts

Ah, what a God we have
That God reveals sacred love
in such ways!

It is good to know
that the divine law of love
is alive and well

because sometimes it doesn’t feel like
as patients struggle to get well
and business ledgers don’t balance
and hate abounds
and corruption flourishes
and emails pill up
and relationships falter
and communities are divided
and one’s soul gets tired, and a bit tattered
by all the ugliness

But ah, what a God we have
This God who gifts us
With snow and trees
Mountains and rivers
Horses and dogs
And yes, even cats

Ah what God we have
Who eternally reminds us
All is forgiven

Who speaks with “compassion’s elegant tongue”

Who eternally confirms
That we have never, ever, ever, been unloved
Ah what a God we have

Who finds so many ways to lift our eyes
And draw our hearts toward the heavens

Aaaah


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