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Dancers on nature’s stage.
Floating effortlessly on the whispers of air beneath their feet, whilst each whisper has a call.
“Come join us.”
“Come on.”
“Come!”
They beckon in the early morning light, softly enticing me to get closer to their stage and to their ballet.
Creation’s ballet! Whispers from a wilderness that calls on us to immerse ourselves in the sanctuary that nature provides. Here we can be an audience of meditators, prayers and worshipers. To watch and contemplate our Creator.
I find solace in nature. But it is nature’s words that are my mistress. They fill my imagination and my being. Nature allows them to be formulated into tangible script, and they become my “Wilderness Whispers.”
Join me for another year of imbibing on nature’s bounty, gifted to us as our own soul food. Walk with me on the trails and trials that lead through the recesses of my faith. May nature’s words and images bring you comfort as you find the time to dwell on Him. Amen.
