From Feast Days (III)
...the reason
for some silly-looking fishes,
for the bizarre mating
of certain adult insects,
or the sprouting, say,
in a snow tire
of a Rocky Mountain grass,
is that the universal
loves the particular,
that freedom loves to live
and live fleshed full,
intricate,
and in detail.
God empties himself
into the earth like a cloud.
God takes the substance, countours
of a man, and keeps them,
dying, rising, walking,
and still walking
wherever there is motion.
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