Sermon of the Mount

"The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world."

Psalm 19: 1-4 (NIV)

"Just as a window is not real if we cannot look through it, so our world cannot show its true identity if it remains opaque and does not point beyond itself...When we receive in our hearts with gratitude and awe what God has created, we see nature as it truly is - a transcendent reality that asks for reverence and respect. Then it becomes transparent, and life starts to speak a new language, revealing to us the goodness and beauty of God. The plants and animals with whom we live teach us about birth, growth, maturation, and death, about the need for gentle care, and especially about the importance of patience and hope."

Henri Nouwen, Spiritual Formation

 

What if this sound now

Is the song that nature

Has been singing

All these seasons, 

Years and histories;

If this is the song

'Twas made to make? 

The earth first

For souls to quake

As the willow's whisper,

"Awake! Awake!"

Could it be that He

Would make ant hills to speak

To His truer, chosen ants,

Reaching and speaking

Down and around

Through things and scenes

Already here;

The ant a lovingly planted

Piece of peace

In a place opaque,

A time blinded

By distance from its origins

And generations who've lost the story?

Cry out, little ant,

So to save us

From our wilderness burdens,

Our bitter hill-building

And wearied tunnel-living.

Cheer to us, 

Dear fawn and buck,

So to heal us

Of our fatal cataracts.

Whisper, spruce,

And holler, pines,

Confer to us,

Sweetly sorrowed conifers,

The omen of our own 

Evergreen everlasting.

O everywhere God, 

Speak to us

Through the dust

From which we come.