Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.
El amor cae a la tierra, se eleva del suelo, se acumula alrededor de los afligidos. El amor hace que la gente vuelva a ponerse de pie. Los cuerpos y las almas son alimentados. Los huesos y las vidas sanan. Nuevas briznas de hierba crecen del suelo carbonizado. Sale el sol.
The illimitable, silent,
never-resting thing called Time,
rolling, rushing on, swift, silent,
like an all-embracing ocean-tide,
on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations,
like apparitions which are,
and then are not….
Whether we wake or we sleep,
Whether we carol or weep,
The Sun with his Planets in chime,
Marketh the going of Time.
If you look deep enough you will see music;
the heart of nature being everywhere music.
To us also, through every star,
through every blade of grass,
is not God made visible
if we will open our minds and our eyes.
The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain,
the sound of wind in a primeval wood,
and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
O for a summer noon,
when light and breeze
Sport on the grass,
like ripples o’er a lake
Alive with freshness!
when the full round Sun,
With the Creator’s smile upon his face,
Walks like a prince of glory through the path
Of Heaven!—Thou vast,
and ever-glorious sky,
Mantling the earth with thy majestic robe…