Wheat of Worship

 

In the desert

we worshipped stone.

In the meadows

we worshipped water.

On Earth

we worshipped the sun.

In love

we worshipped beauty.

At sea

we worshipped fire.

In the city

we worshipped ourselves.

In the soul

we worshipped Him.

In ourselves

we worshipped the Cosmos.

Thus the field filled with praises

and now the harvest

in the month of love

is full of stars.

Praise,

the Idyll of the Wheat,

shines more brightly than noon.

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)