Mother Nature

Many years ago (1971) I wrote a few paragraphs to describe The Church of My Choice. My four children hired a professional entertainer to record it with background music. What follows are items stolen from those paragraphs to describe one side of Mother Nature. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walk with me through the quiet of the morning. Listen to the soft sounds and view the sparkle of the dew from the first rays of the morning sun. Listen to the music from the trees that stand green in the meadow, filled with a sea of flowing grass. Sense the movement of the small animals seeking their fill during the dawning of a new day. Witness the making of honey, the flight of the young as they test their new found skills or a flower bursting into the first stages of bloom. Watch the small brook run gently by with clear fresh water, untouched by all except that on which it flows. As you dip in your hand the temperature of melting ice reflects the age of all things things around you. Feel the gentle baptismal rain of the seeds of life as they spring from the clouds above. As the day has spent itself, the glow of the western sky fills you with wonder. The evening drifts into dark and you feel the settling of life around you. Watch as the moon lifts into view and listen as the night melody plays in your meditation. Terra is proud of her work.