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

Saturday, January 1, 2022

Divine Intention

For the raindrop, joy is entering the river



Yes, it could be that I am a tiny piece of God, and

each of you too, or at least

of his intention and his hope.

          Mary Oliver



in the dreariness of this season

where long dark nights

and dark thoughts


where fragmentation and enmity

are not overcome by the forced

joy of the season


and when the world’s slow slide into

domination and violence

is preeminent,


and the malevolent forces that seem to

rise out of our fear and longing

seem like that “rough beast, its hour come round at last,”

which “Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born…”


in this time when the “center cannot hold” (Yeats)


we must go to the center

we must be the drop entering the river


finding in a journey deep within

that we are a part of a holy whole,


that we are a tiny piece of God

an incarnation

among incarnations


creation may be the first incarnation of Love

and Jesus too

but we, we are the ongoing incarnation

the hands and feet of God

living good news

speaking good news

being good news


love unmuted

the love of our ever speaking God


light shining in the darkness

a reminder of God’s intention

and original blessing





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