Love depends upon the capacity to reach beneath the surface of persons, to feel and touch the seed of life that is hidden there. And love becomes a power when it is capable of evoking that seed and drawing it forth from its hiding place.
What did you find in the fields today, you who have wandered so far away?
I found a wind-flower, small and frail, and a crocus cup like a holy grail; I found a hill that was clad in gorse, a new-built nest, and a streamlet's source; I saw a star and a moonlit tree; I listened... I think God spoke to me.
