Such a one will surely touch all things with love beyond reason.
We who have identified God with the Kings and Powers of Men,
With those who come conquering in their own name
Declaring themselves above God with their science and their power
We err
For God is above the mind of man
And below his feet
And travels freely along the ocean floors and in the breath of trees
As freely through the hearts of all souls
No word escapes God’s ear, no sorrow fails to reach God’s very spirit
Even God groans in sighs too deep for words.
Whoever contrived an exclusive priesthood
Has not grasped the grace of God
Nor imagined what God has in store for the lowly
For the downtrodden
For the exile
Isn’t it plain that the acceptable sacrifice
Is a contrite heart?
That the appropriate response is grateful thanks?
So then, that I may run barefoot in the garden
And commune with the grasses and the flowers of the field
Marveling at their raiment and nourished by the indestructible life of their cycles
What has man to do with this, but only to be grateful,
And not despise his own flesh?
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