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 5, 2020

I went looking for God

I am God, I am creature
I am the Lord, I am the servant
I am the Throne, I am the carpet
I am water, I am fire
I am wind, I am earth
I am quantity, I am quality
I am finding, I am losing
I am Essence, I am attribute
I am nearness, I am distance
All existence is .... my existence
I am only, I am unique. "
                               ‘Abd al –Qadir

I went looking for God today
for some reason the Sacred seemed a little lost
as if the holy had gotten waylaid
somewhere along the way to my sould

I looked for God in the sunrise
In the darkling clouds that speckled the sky

I looked in the calves, dancing in the pasture
as anxious mothers trotted behind
telling them, I am sure, to be careful

I looked for Sacred presence in the breezes
which weaving through the firs
was laden with the scent of the forest

I looked at the rising sun setting moon
and in the green that is bursting forth
everywhere, everywhere

it did not occur to me
that the Sacred might be in these aged joints
stiff and painful in the morning
or in my troubled brain

I did not look for God in Covid-19
nor in the fear and anguish it has created

I did not understand that God could be
in our crazy addled thinking
in our ideologically altered brains
grabbing ideologically altered facts

and in our foolishness

and yet God is everywhere,
in everything, and in every person

for God, as Jesus taught us
can be both Lord and servant
divine and human
comforting and troublesome

God makes God’s self present
one way or another in everything we see
everything we feel
everything we think

immanent and transcendent
(near and far)
comforting and challenging
teaching and guiding
using all creation

to be a part of our lives

I didn’t really need to look for God
God was here all along
As near as the beating of my heart
As near as my breath
As near as that despairing thought
As near as that moment
Of pure

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