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

Monday, December 14, 2020

Encircled by God

This is a time of deep uncertainty

A time with despots refuse to cede power

And collaborators refuse to stand up for justice


A time when people permeated with hate

Threaten violence

And carry guns


It is a time when justice is threatened

and the frail protections of a dying democracy

are fading


And many are frightened


We are fragile shells, we humans

It takes so little to threaten and harm


Illness comes and destroys health

The economy stumbles and our security vanishes

People hurt us

Relationships fail


And we feel as if we cannot withstand it all

As if the pressures will break us

And we will crumble


Dour words echo in our souls

Dust to dust

Ashes to ashes

Vanity, vanity, all is vanity


And yet we are “homo divinus”

Sacred children

We are permeated with the Sacred

We are filled with a love that sustains


Although we pray and offer prayers of supplication

We must remember that Sacred presence is with us already

And that if we do not give up


Those dreadful cracks in our façade

Allow us to receive the Spirit in new ways


And so on this day

As we feel cracked and crumbling

We can embrace the Celtic tradition of encircling prayer

(lorica or “shield” prayer)


God does not need to be reminded to be with us

But we need to be reminded that God is


“May the yoke of the Law of God rest upon this shoulder,

May the coming of the Holy Spirit be on this head,

May this sign of Christ be on this forehead,

May the hearing of the Holy Spirit be in these.”

                                        St Fursa (8th Century)

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