Nature, The First Scripture
Nature is the first Scripture
where the sense of sacred
is ever before us, mystery of life,
death, growth and regrowth.
The trees hum it: the birds sing it
winging through the air.
What wondrous life beyond
the staid gravity of foot and mind!
How my heart soars
at the first bloom,
grows as fruit ripens,
and ponders darker death
when fall wains to winter.
Yes. Nature is the first Scripture.
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