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.
There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the undercurrents of the soil; but you have to be silent, willing to wait and receive.
