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

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Be Still

Stand still.  The
trees ahead and bushes beside you 
Are not lost,  Wherever you are is called Here
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger
                                         David Wagoner
There are the places you wish to go, there are the places you desperately wish you never left, there are the places you imagine you should be, and there is the place called here
                                         Padraig O’ Tauma
in this virus time
when we are Covid tired
Sheltering here
Wherever here is
In a cabin in the woods
In an apartment in the concrete
Alone or with loved ones, alienated ones
Happy one’s, sad ones
We think
we think of place
of this place
of places we have been
of places we wish to go
my head and heart are full of places
of snapshots in time
of moments of brilliant joy
of moments of deep violet, red, black shame
and I am all over the place
but not in this place
this sheltering place
I can escape the virus, perhaps
but I struggle to escape
or my fears
hand to the plow I keep looking back
and the jagged ragged furrow of my life
heart in my throat I look forward
into the bleakness of a new world
of shortened time
all of this roils
as I find myself
in this place
but I am here
and this is the place
and this place does shelter and hold me
and if I can just be here
for a moment
for this moment
breathe in, breathe out
if I can just be here
then in this place Jesus can find me
locked in my room for fear
(as Jesus found this disciples, locked away for fear)
Jesus can find me
And I know just what he will say
 Hello beloved child
 Hello least of these
 Hello impetuous, impulsive, tortured one
 Peace be with you”

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