Often I have felt that I must praise my world
For what my eyes and ears have seen these many years,
And what my heart has loved.
And often I have tried to start my lines:
"Dear earth," I say,
And then I pause
To look once more.
Soon I am bemused
And far away in wonder.
So I never get beyond "Dear Earth."Source: Kathleen Montgomery, ed. Day of Promise: Collected Meditations, Vol. 1 (Skinner House Books, 2001).
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