It is curious that people who are filled with horrified indignation whenever a cat kills a sparrow can hear that story of the killing of God told Sunday after Sunday not experience any shock at all. Dirt is composed of many elements, including dead and decaying things. In its own way dirt speaks of history. It records a story. It receives the seed, whose proximity to water either strains or feeds it.
Dirt is moldable.
It produces life, fruit, and vegetation. It is the medium of choice for growth for the God of creation. We were formed form it by His hand, and at the end of this life we will return to it. It is the connective tissue of humanity, and the path we walk upon. You may call God love.