The Earth is filled with light and stimulation. It is the living’s refuge, and the dead’s place of silence and peace. It is as is, and its methods are ever thought of. It is the greatest of fortunes that the Earth is the singular home for the days of the living, to be wondered at, to be explored, to be respected, to be meditated upon. It provides shelter in times of troubles, and when the Earth is trouble itself awe of it brings safe refuge. Bodies yearn for it, and minds thirst, like in lands wasted, lifeless and waterless. As sanctuary it is looked for as all power and terrible glory. Love of it is a prime ingredient to a good life. Conscious inhabitants savour the banquets of the Earth’s richness, and respect its barrenness, its indiscriminate violence.
Though the Earth is tremendous, and though the mountains may be carried into the midst of the sea; though waters roar and generate trouble, though the ground shakes and groans when it swells, there can only be reverence for it. There are the rivers, their streams whereof shall make glad cities of people, and useful plains for harvest; commerce and industry the valued places of the productive. Weather is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: time shall help her, and make problems right sometimes. The heavens will open and rage, nations will be moved: when the sun intensifies its voice, the earth is melting. Many are quietened and know that this is the Earth, which is to be exalted even by its ravagers; it will be exalted as the Earth. The earth was set on its foundations, so that it should never be moved – Psalm 104:5.
How preserving the Earth is, and into it the living put their witting and often unwitting trust. And counsel it gives, and its reins instruct in the benign seasons. To the dear Earth great thanks are given; its names are near the wondrous works declared. Horns of praise are lifted on high, its works are not spoken of without a childlike wonderment. None of its four corners shall bear the means for emotional repression. In the hands of the naturists there are the cups, and the wine is rich red; it is full of mixture; and industrialists pour out the same: but the dregs thereof, the wastes of the Earth, both shall wring out, and drink of them for even waste is fruitful.
As long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations, the Earth will astound. Wonder shall come down like rain upon the wheat fields: as do torrents that water the earth. The moon endures an abundance of peace from sea to sea, and from rivers to mountains unto the cycles of life. They who dwell in the wilderness bow to no-one, for only they can lick the moisture off rocks and survive. Handfuls of coin are shaken like ballots in a barrel in offering by the wealthy in cities: and they of the city flourish like the money, though they do not know why. And nor do the poor. The Earth’s endemic names endure as long as the sun: and people know how it does wondrous things and foretells wondrous stories.
The Earth speaks of wisdom; and the meditations of its systems bring forth avid inquiry. Its behaviour inclines ears to myths and science: its darkness the sayings upon music, upon fine arts. Dear Earth, the high and holy, meek and lowly, live to be brought to the valley of vision. And where some live in the depths they still see in the heights; though hemmed in by mountains of concrete, there is something of it still to see. Learnt by paradox the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that to have nothing is to be of the Earth, that to bear strife is to wear sunshine, that to give is to receive, that the Earth is the place of vision. In the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells and the deeper the wells the brighter stars shine; light is found in darkness, the Earth’s life which decays is death nourishing it. There is joy in sorrow; the glory of Earth is expressed in welcoming arms stretched out wide.