THE GLORY THAT IS EARTH

Man tread softly on the Earth
What looks like dust
is also stuff of which galaxies are made.

The green of Earth’s great trees and simple grasses
is the same music played in red
Throughout our trunks and limbs....

O Earth, living, breathing, thinking Earth
On the day we treasure you
As you have treasured us
Humanness is born.

And throughout all Light
A Radiance leaps from star to star
Singing: A Son is born:
HUMANITY.

Ken Mills.