And this our life,
exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees,
books in running brooks,
sermons in stones,
and good in everything.
~William Shakespeare
Standing beneath the Shumard Red Oak made me feel like I was standing in a temple of the Most High. The breeze was ruffling its leaves, and they in turn were prompting sacred tongues to utter incantations of their divine purpose. For though the leaves face eminent extinction and expulsion from the branches, in their dying they’ll fall and create warm blankets to cover the ground. In so doing they will protect the life that lies beneath the surface during winter’s cold, cold days. Even at the close of winter their goodness will not be at an end for as they deteriorate, the remaining bits and pieces will add nutrients to enhance the soil. Thus goes the circle of life and the interdependency of all things.
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; He does great things beyond our understanding. ~Job 37:5 ✝
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Beautiful image. Have a nice weekend Natalie.
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Thank you, Donna. I hope you have a lovely weekend too. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Reblogged this on 4writersandreaders and commented:
Need some inspiration? There’s nothing like Nature, a little Walt Whitman and a bit of Shakespeare, too… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
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Thank you so much, Bette. What an honor that you would consider my post worthy of being reblogged on your site. I hope you are having a splendid weekend. Natalie 🙂
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Another inspiring post, Natalie. I love the leaf. Hope you have had a wonderful weekend~ Amelia 🙂
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