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I'd like to make a list of all the sacred ones
who have been called profane. I'd gaze
on them until I could see God gazing back.

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Sometimes, looking back
I wish I had known
how sacred life really is

CM

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I see God in you.
The God in me that you can see,
Harder for me to see.

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I first read this prompt
as scared. And then I thought that
they may say the same.

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In encounter with the sacred: known and unnamed;
we open up our soft bodies in love.
HilaryC

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It’s hard to see the sacred in the crazy woman

Who talks to herself and needs a wash. Instead

Of the glory of god I see myself, a scared human.      dm

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Cherish  the sacred moment
Honour the sacred space
Welcome the sacred love
Be blessed

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The lamb is sacred because it has been sacrificed

Is sacredness enough of a reward to get me to sacrifice

Time? Money? Energy? Love? If I make them sacred will I be allowed to see their new worth, or is sacrifice only loss, no matter what we promise about it

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Painstakingly excavating

monumental maleness,

Seeking She Who Is.

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Time set apart    People set apart Candles, song, hearts 

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Time set apart    People set apart Candles, song, hearts 

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Touching his scars
Receiving his body
An intimacy beyond
human understanding

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the bread and the cup
remind me
that i am sacred too

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These are not my words but singing them is a sacred act for me...honoring the elements
Earth my body

Water my blood

Air my breath and

Fire my spirit
...unknown source

By my life be I spirit

And by my heart be I woman

And by my eyes be I open

And by my hands be I whole
Ferron - Testimony

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Is nothing sacred?
Or is everything sacred?
God's wholly holy!

WDRplus

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fontanelles, the soft, not closed spots on a baby’s head

fragile, vulnerable, open

the sacred embodied

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We stole sacred land

We abused sacred bodies

We repent our sins

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The ragged breath I breathe
The Sight I can't unsee.
The Sacred in all my intentions and encounter,. Let it Be

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So often in community meetings we come
To the conclusion
That what is missing from any process is the sacred.

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Is sacred only seen in the eyes of the beholder? / Can the sacred be called profane, or of no value, by one who denies its value? / Or is sacredness inherent in the essence of the action, the ritual, the word, the object?
-Mark Nielsen

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I’m a mystic by instinct, open to seeing the sacred in everything—-

—-in the woman talking to her slurpee on the street corner, in the slow pain of my disabled body, in babies who cry too loudly in church.

The world wants me to think I’m crazy, imagining what isn’t there. They’re wrong. What I see makes me more patient, more kind, more loving. These are the fruits of the Spirit. This is Truth.

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sunlight caressing skin--cold flesh warming

thawing apathy, sadness, numbness

from the outside in

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sacred and scared
are made of the same exact stuff
it matters so much how we orient
what we prioritize, and who

-akb

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holy space surround me/
protect me body and spirit/
brushed with golden light we are luminous/