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

Friday, June 26, 2020

Corner of ugliness

The quiet fading out of life

In a corner of ugliness


I went lookin’ for magnolia flowers

But I didn’t find them

I went lookin’ for magnolia flowers in the dusk

And there was only this corner

Full of ugliness

                               Langston Hughes



nothing like a morning dose of reality

to ruin a morning’s cup of coffee


nothing like the latest bit of news

to blunt a sunrise

rendering it colorless


nothing like people

“biting and devouring” each other

until all life and love are consumed


nothing quite so defeating as people in power

confusing the truth

causing us to stumble in the dark

spewing falsehoods

the yeast of hate infecting the whole


and yet

there is another kind yeast

which causes us to rise

to rise


which permeates us

and feels like wind

burns like fire


cleaning and impelling

driving us

out of that dark corner of ugliness

into a place of freedom


into that glorious space where

we flourish, and our lives are marked by

“love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,

gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5)


Ah yeast of heaven

Holy Dove

Tongues of Fire

Rushing Wind




I need you

We need you


Come Holy Spirit


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