Earth, Hearth, and Water

Earth, Hearth, and Water

I feel the earth.

        My body is made of earth.

        And to earth it shall return.

I long for the earth, to feel the earth,

        sensually with my feet.

Feet made of the same clay.

        upon which they tread.

I feel my body made of earth.

I long to be grounded,

        steady and solid,

        from the earth that I was made.

Ashes to Ashes and dust to dust,

        made from earth yet more than earth.

I am rooted in the earth.

        My flesh is grounded in the earth.

        My body is earth,

               and so for earth I long.

              Earth to Earth and hand to hand,

                   Vessels of Clay and Heart to Heart,

                          (Cor ad Cor, Loquitor)

                                 Desire within, fires of clay,

                                        Fire to Fire to and earth to Hearth.

My body is Holy,

        Earthen vessel of treasures unseen.

               Holy in longing, holy in vessel.

                      Holy in longing for one like its own.

My feet long for the earth.

        Soft dust beneath them.

        Clinging and sticking as I walk.

I long for the earth, longing to feel

        the feeling of dust and ground beneath,

               the stability it brings.

So you can understand my lack of ease,

        When you, mysterious Thou,

               Beckon me, who longs for the earth,

                      to tread upon the Water.

JM