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I brought my spirit to the sea;
I stood upon the shore.
I gazed upon infinity,
I heard the waters roar.

And then there came a sense of peace,
some whisper calmed my soul.
Some ancient ministry of stars
had made my spirit whole.

I brought my spirit to the trees
that loomed against the sky.
I touched each wand’ring careless breeze
to know if God was nigh.

And then I felt an inner flame
that fiercely burned my tears.
Upright, I rose from bended knee
to meet the asking years.

~ Max Kapp (1904-1979)

I love this poem because it speaks to me of spiritual comfort, strength, and nourishment found  in nature; and nature as a connection to the divine.

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Seed Pods

Seed Pods

It is our quiet time
We do not speak, because the voices are within us.
It is our quiet time
We do not walk, because the earth is all within us.
It is our quiet time
We do not dance, because the music has lifted us to a place where the spirit is.
It is our quiet time. We rest with all of nature. We wake when the seven sisters wake.
We greet them in the sky over the opening of the kiva.

~Nancy Wood
Earth Prayers From Around the World
Edited by Roberts & Amidon

Fall Fruit

Apples against fence

Prairie Classic!

Berries against fence

silver and red

Grapes and fall leaves

Sturdy Northern Grapes

Crabapples in a lane

Autumn Lane

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

~Autumn, Emily Dickinson