How surely gravity's law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the strongest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.
If we surrendered
to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
Source: Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
Contributed by: Qar'neh