Monday, February 20, 2006

All Things Answer

Distant shout of the surf
Crackling fire close by
Wind wild overhead
speak my Beloved's name.
He is near. Give praise, give praise.
Earth echoes His footsteps: give praise.

And the sand answers the waves:
Wear me away, wash me away
Carry me out to sea, to be one with Thee.

And the log answers the flames:
Char me away, burn me away
Turn me to ash and air, to be with Thee there.

And the dust answers the wind:
Bear me away, blow me away
Cast me up into the sky, that I may be Thine.

And how shall I answer the earth?

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