"Not
fresh like a flower but fresh like plain new bread,
"as good as God when
God will nourish us,
"is what you are," I said
and feared God's
goodness, fearing you.
"Love is a far too heavy, precious thing to be
my consort.
"Slight her. Cheapen her. Then she may gain my support." But
it is nearly baked.
Light, ground, water, air have life,
life has mind,
mind cares, but cares
abused: badly given and taken. Care gladly!
Oh carefulness,
inform all I do,
then the good bread can be shared. |