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This poem was deeply influenced by Chapters 1 and 2 in Diana Butler-Bass’s latest book, Grounded (HarperOne, HarperCollilns, New York 2015). I recommend it.
Dig your hands into the dirt.
Crumble its fibres in your fingers.
Let the grains of humble humus
sift down to holy earth.
The soil is all your relations,
decomposed and recomposed,
the dust and ashes, the legacy
of everything that ever lived.....
Tags: water, Communion, Mass, earth