Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
-Francis Thompson "Francis Thompson"
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof, the world and those who dwell therein.
Be aware of the contact between your feet and the earth. Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, “You owe Me.” Look what happens with a love like that; it lights the Whole Sky.
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Begin with yourself. There is no time to waste. It is your duty to do your part to bring God’s kingdom on earth.
Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent school-masters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
This earth is a garden, The Lord its gardener, cherishing all, none neglected.