Through the earth there runs a challenge
Clearer than the trumpet call:
“Oh, forsake your ancient folly,
Build the Brotherhood of all.
“Seek the city that God buildeth,
City of the heart and hand,
Not beyond the grave of shadow,
Here on earth, in your own land.”
– Philip Britts
Philip Britts (1917 – 1949) joined the Cotswold Bruderhof in England
shortly before the Second World War. He had studied horticulture and loved
to work in field and garden. The depth of his thought and faith, his
dedication to the common life of peace and brotherhood, and his hope of the
Kingdom of Justice found expression in his poetry through his love for
nature and hard work.