There is not a flower that opens, not a seed that falls into the ground,
and not an ear of wheat that nods on the end of its stalk in the wind
that does not preach and proclaim the greatness and the mercy of God to the whole world.
There is not an act of kindness or generosity, not an act of sacrifice done,
or a word of peace and gentleness spoken . . .
that does not sing hymns to God.
from the mysteries of living and dying well….
inquiry for today~ do you know your own path well?
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson