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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



Thursday, December 26, 2024

Advent interrupted

Good News; but if you ask me what it is, I know not;

It is a track of feet in the snow,

It is a lantern showing a path

It is a door set open

                             CK Chesterton

 

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To us this day

a child is born

a child given

 

a gift

eagerly unwrapped

and held gently in our hands

 

we gaze

at the wonder of Word made flesh

we rejoice in the richness

of Sacred love freely given

 

a gift given and received

 

God revealed

God concealed

 

The mystery of Grace

Birthed

 

now the unending journey begins

a way followed

 

to the Center

where the child of light

glows

in the darkness


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