The earth is at the same time mother, she is mother of all that is natural, mother of all that is human. She is the mother of all, for contained in her are the seeds of all. The earth of humankind contains all moisture, all verdancy, all germinating power. It is in so many ways fruitful. All creation comes from it. Yet it forms not only the basic raw materials for humankind, but also the substance of Incarnation.
What we believe in anguish and doubt the iris proclaims in simple blue tones; What we do not see, the chickadee confirms in its flight to the feeder; Life, life everywhere, sacred everywhere.
