Everybody needs beauty as well as bread,
places to play in and pray in,
where nature may heal
and give strength to body and soul.
Throughout the garden flow waters that teem with and nurture life, and above it, orbs golden and white speak of holy corridors in heavenly palaces. The breath which moves within the listening, watching mortal here below speaks of holy beginnings. In the quiet of her beating human heart she hears tales of holy presence and purpose. Her soul, hungry for God-Ruach Elohim, turns to the similitude of her garden to Eden’s glory. (Ruach is an ancient Hebrew word for God which literally means “wind.” As such it was not observed as a being but rather as a “vitalizing force.” Bishop J. S. Spong explains that “among the Hebrews the ruach or wind of God was said to bring forth life. It emerged in the very mysterious wind, which the Jews felt on their faces.”) So it is that here and now, day by day, hour after hour as spring winds blow through her garden, she longs to be touched by the mystery of the life-giving ruach on her face as zephyrs ruffle again and again through branch and leaf, touching thorn and flower, and creatures great and small.
“The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.” (Job 33:4)