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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, October 16, 2020

here is to the homesick

Is there a place for each of us

Where we no longer yearn to be elsewhere?

Where our work is to simply soften,

Wait, and pay close attention

                     Christine, Valters Paintner

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here is to the homesick

those who have never found their way home

to their true self

 

which is their loved self

forgiven self

generous self

sated self

 

here is to those who desperately try

to recreate themselves

in the image of the world

 

which values power and wealth

 

rather than accept the image of God in them

which is enough

which is content

 

which is at peace

and no longer has to strive and struggle

but can just be

 

and just being

a human being

 

can open to Sacred

open to love

open to others

 

here is to those who struggle

and strive

and present hard fronts to the world

 

their need of power and wealth

painful

 

Here is to those who have found their way home

who can settle into their own skin

and be a home with love

 

who can be in image of God,

and as the circle dance of LOVE (Creator, Redeemer, Helper)

roils though their souls

send peace and joy

hope and love into the world

 

here is to all of us

lost and found

striving and at peace

angry and reconciled

fear full and faith full

grasping and giving

hating and loving

 

here is to all of us

may we find that place

where we no longer wish to be anywhere else

 

and can simply wait

upon love


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