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I saw the separateness of all things!
My heart lifted up with the great grasses;
The weeds believed me, and the nesting birds.
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"A Field of Light," ll. 45-47

 

Theodore Roethke

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Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you — the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds, the wings of the air and all green things that live. You have set the powers of the four quarters to cross each other. The good road and the road of difficulties you have made to cross; and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in and day out, forever, you are the life of things.
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