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Nature’s tiny hands hold on desperately to the last vestiges of the world’s humanity!
Glistening drops of the morning dew are the sheaths of creation. Protecting, sustaining, cooling and reflecting the vistas around them. Sometimes the scenes before us remind us of life’s journey thus far. At others, we see in them a mirror of dreams still to be dreamt.
To be in awe of what surrounds us is to recognise the power of the Creator. And when we understand this, then we must wonder at how humanity is ‘Hell Bent’ on destroying the little that is left.
Yet it is in the unfurling of the hands that memories are released. The preciousness of tiny hands opening up to heaven brings thoughts of mountain mists that hang heavy on my soul. Of open savannah and its space, and yes …. Of a time when humanity was almost human. A time in Eden, and a place in the wilderness and a moment when I was with Him and He with me!
