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, May 9, 2020

let the rocks cry out

“Lest a rock cry out in my place, I lift my whole life in praise”
           From “Common Prayer’  A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals

“Let us show Jesus honor, now with olive branches, but with the splendor of merciful deeds to one another”
          Andrew of Crete

Let your yes be yes and your no be no
Let your yes be seen in your doing
Let your no be not-doing
If you say yes, but do-not-do, it is no
So, forget all your talk
Tell me by what you do
          Padraig O’Tuama

When the Sacred arrives
Whether riding on a donkey
Or in the rising of the sun
Or in the homeless one who stumble across our way

We are called to praise
It is not so much that we are called to lift our voices
In joyful Psalms
Or wave branches

It is more that our souls are enlivened
The embers of devotion and love stirred
By the divine wind
Until they flame out

And we live God’s praise
Through acts of tender mercy

This is our yes
Our yes to Sacred, to Love
Our acts of compassion
And generosity
And inclusion

This is our no
Our holding back those words of anger
Our refusal to abuse
Or hoard
Or exclude

We are Sacred Children
created, as is all creation
for praise of the creator

lest a rock cry out in our place
let us life our whole life in praise

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