To Love the World You know you love the world When the scent of pine pitch makes you cry When the sound of grass in wind Is as good as heaven Stream water feels like as a lover’s touch And going indoors is hard to bear You know you love the world When wind through a hillside of cypresses Sounds like God laughing And breaking waves upon the shore is your own pulse, ln your own body Sounding on. You know you love the world When a swift, streaking overhead, Carries you out into open space And granite in your hand Silently teaches you The most ancient of religions
Garth Gilchrist
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Sunday, August 11, 2013
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