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.
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.
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.
This earth is a garden, The Lord its gardener, cherishing all, none neglected.
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.
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.
The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof, the world and those who dwell therein.
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Because we all share this planet earth, we have to learn to live in harmony and peace with each other and with nature. This is not just a dream, but a necessity.
Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.