For endless eons, Mother Earth has strained
Heavenward. Strange sea life with new-minted
eyes bumping weird heads on the surface pane
of sky. Crawling fish on stump legs squinted
at the sun and, driven by some bone-deep
call, pushed on through ages to branch and breed:
groping for life, for Word, for a Home-leap
to the End that was Before there was Need.
It all came to the bitter needle’s point
in her: a Yes who assented to bear
forth the Prey of the World, the hinging joint
and holding her strong, brown country girl hands
showed her living eyes the Undying Lands.