Far off in the red mangroves an alligator has heaved himself onto a hummock of grass and lies there, studying his poems.
The surface of Earth heaved and seethed in fecund restlessness. Earth was most fertile where the most death was.
The death of Jesus was the opening and the emptying of the full heart of God; it was the outgushing of that ocean of infinite mercy that heaved and panted and longed for an outlet; it was God showing how he could love a poor, guilty sinner.