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

Saturday, March 7, 2020

a work of art

These candles, our bodies, see how they burn
How many hours will they last – days, months, years?

Look at the warmth and comfort we can give to each other,
Or to anything that comes close

One of the components of lasting art is a spirit
flame within the created

that can ignite inspiration and hope, and survive time’s ways

We are
Each of us
A work of art

emerging from that creative power
some call God
some call Sacred
some don’t call anything at all

but feel, deep down in their bones
soul deep

we are fearful and wonderful
products of Love

and we carry within us
the power
the genius
the love

of that Power from which we come

we are
each of us
a work of art

a one of a kind

no matter our shape
or color
or features

we come into being
from Love
through love
into love

and we are here
for hours, days, years

beings in the image
of the Sacred

and our one job
is to burn brightly
to burn brightly with all the love
and joy
and hope
and peace

that is woven into the fabric of our being

to burn brightly

touching those around us
with our words
our acts of kindness
our generosity

touching those around us
with love
and igniting in them

the flame
that is the Sacred

drawing from them all that is good
all that is holy

offering warmth and comfort

we are each of us
a work of art
a light in the darkness

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