I did not write this, but it is far too beautiful not to share. It is an excerpt from a sonnet by the 20th century Welsh poet, D. Gwenallt Jones:
God has not forbidden us to love the world
And to love man and all his works,
To love it with all the naked senses together
Every shape and colour, every voice and every sound.
There is a shudder in our blood when we see
The traces of his craftsman's hands upon the world.
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