“Omnia per ipsum facta sunt” John 1:3
The green world gushes feeling, overflows meaning from a cup
And I, drinking deep, suffer yet that boundless desire
For the blood-red wine of the everlasting hills.
Who will drink it if not I? For swine know not their pearls;
Will the world, undrunk, wait full and wretched?
Or shall it, shucked of man, show empty? No:
God smells, is pleased, still this cup is for me;
I welcome it to my tongue and tasting, spit praise
While thirsting ever more for that sweet wine dripping
Gleaming in the earth about me, and the eagle above me,
Leading me to love the Stag bounding between the trees.