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.
Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.
The earth we abuse and the living things we kill will, in the end, take their revenge; for in exploiting their presence we are diminishing our future.
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.
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.
Never forget that you are one of a kind. Never forget that if there weren’t any need for you in all your uniqueness to be on this earth, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.
Be aware of the contact between your feet and the earth. Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet.
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.
This earth is a garden, The Lord its gardener, cherishing all, none neglected.
The meteorites of 1908 and 1947 had struck uninhabited wilderness; but by the end of the 21st century there was no region left on Earth that could be safely used for celestial target practice.