Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes –
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A friend and I were pondering these words
I felt frustrated, alone
Like no-one else quite got it
I showed her this
A painful walk, she said
On thorns, without your shoes
I thought on that
And yes, she’s right
But that’s the price of enlightenment.