
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty, wrapped in light as with a garment. You stretch out the heavens like a tent, you set the beams of your chambers on the waters, you make the clouds your chariot, you ride on the wings of the wind, you make the winds your messengers, fire and flame your ministers.
O Lord, how manifold are your works! In wisdom you have made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. Yonder is the sea, great and wide, creeping things innumerable are there, living things both small and great. There go the ships, and Leviathan that you formed to sport in it.
These all look to you to give them their food in due season; when you give to them, they gather it up; when you open your hand, they are filled with good things. When you hide your face, they are dismayed; when you take away their breath, they die and return to their dust. When you send forth your spirit, they are created; and you renew the face of the ground.
- Psalm 104:1-4, 24-30
I think that when you separate yourself from the wonder of creation, you distance yourself from the creator. I delight in my dear family and many friends, but on one big birthday a few years ago wanted to celebrate by being completely alone. I packed up my tent and camping gear and trekked into the wilderness area of Upper Priest Lake in North Idaho. I fell asleep exhausted until the rising moon shone a bright light in my face. Get up!! I sat on a log looking out at the shimmering lake. I told myself, “Be still. Be still.” I kept my focus forward. Then there was a measured thud behind me, coming closer. I remained frozen. More thud, somewhat louder. Then a snowshoe rabbit, unaware of me on the log, came to drink at the lake. The joy I felt has never left me. I sing praise for the wonder of creation.
Musical Reflection - Air - Paul Winter - Meditation on J.S. Bach
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