The earth beneath my feet is the great womb
out of which the life upon which my body depends
comes in utter abundance.
There is at work in the soil a mystery
by which the death of one seed
is reborn a thousandfold in newness of life.
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Oh, when a soul is hid in Thee For what adventure can it yearn Save love and still more love to learn, And thus to love increasingly, So deep does love within it burn? My God, I pray Thee for a love That years until I see Thy face. And builds itself a nest above Within its true abiding place.