LOVE.
When the wind blows, the trees respond as if some kind of Spirit is moving through them. They begin to dance and sway, leaves shimmering with an audible rustle of an almost joyous nature. In a place like this, nihilism cannot exist. Here there is far too much hope, far too much evidence of Divinity for this beauty to be written off as happenstance and inconsequential. The lush, radiant flora that is present here speaks loudly of a Creator. It’s almost as if every living thing not just speaks, but sings of such a Being. It is a song of hope, peace, redemption, but above all, love.
LOVE.
To begin arguing about how one “gets” to the Divine I believe distracts from the purpose of Creation’s song - which is gratitude. Gratitude: Noticing the gift of life we’ve all been given, and being grateful for it by loving the Giver, the gift, and all recipients of it. This is where I find joy - taking in every aspect of each passing moment and saying, “Thank You.”
LOVE.
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