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

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

all is possible

Can the Creator of all lure poetry out of a stone?

Or cause a stirring of Divine Love in a human heart?

All is possible for the Creator of all,

Who loves to manifest the impossible

In endless configurations.

                     Thomas Keating, “Out of a Stone”

                     Quoted in Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation, 10/19/20



just how good is God

at creating a new thing?


Just how good is Sacred

at drawing forth good out of evil

generosity out of greed

compassion out of apathy

kindness out of hardness?


Can that Power in whom we live

and breathe and have our being


really create springs in the desert

and make a way straight in the wilderness

that we have created?


Can our hearts of stone

really come alive

and beat with the rhythm of divine love?


Can a nation careening wildly

down the path of greed and domination

toward moral and spiritual death

turn around

and climb out of the grave

newly alive and ready to realize that black lives matter

LGBTQI+ lives matter


newly alive to love

and ready to let justice roll

and equity abound


ready to heal the sick

feed the hungry

clothe the naked

and house the homeless?


Can God do that?


“All is possible for the One who “loves to manifest the impossible”


For the Beloved artist of sunrises and sunsets

the Lover of the elk and the deer

the creator of the birds of the air, and the creatures of the sea


all is possible for the one

who put all that love and power into a little child

who became incarnate

so that we could see

what love could do with hate


who broke the bonds of failure



and death


all is possible for the one who stirred this heart

and lifted this life

out of the pit


giving my withered soul

more chances than it ever deserved

smothering me with mercies

that are new every morning


Ah yes,

All is possible for the One

who can create sacred children out of stones


and so as the earth burns

and elections loom

and evil sits in high places

and hate struts “proudly” in the streets


I will breath deeply

and wait for God’s new




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