Creative literature showing God in nature.
I stood up from an old wooden bench and began to walk. I loved to watch the first light of dawn. The gift of creation charmed and captivated my soul. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sight of nature was sacred to my eyes. The morning breeze was a gentle touch of fresh air that kissed my skin, with an ever increasing intensity; a small glimmer appeared on the glossy leaves as the golden morning sun rose.
The beauty of nature, perfection of creation, pleased my soul. Immediately I felt a bond between me and my creator. Suddenly I remember these words: “By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth.He gathers the waters of the sea into jars. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere him. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm.”
I reached an avenue where rows of pine trees lined each side of the gravel pathway; they seem so high they could touch the heavens. At the end of the lane there were vast stretches of plains that loosely wrapped the fragrance of flowers, in the arms of the air, and spread, them far and wide. As I continued up the hill I looked up to see a flock of swallows dotting the morning sky. How I pined to fly like a bird, fluttering in the sky, over hills and plains, to kiss the peaks of the mountain tops. I wondered how dull the earth would look if it weren’t for the animals and birds, how gloomy it would look if it weren’t for the sparkling water and hued flowers.
The view of the ocean from the top of the hill was magnificent. At that moment I wished I was a fairy and that I could fly across the vast expanse of ocean and dip my wings in the water, and gaze at the cargo ships sailing in the distance.In that moment the wind blew and the branches of the pine trees swayed I heard a hum as if God was speaking through nature.
Finally descending the mountain I reached the beach. The fine white sand was burning my feet as I tread lightly on it. I heard the sound of the waves crashing and the cool sea breeze brushing by.The water was clear and a rich deep blue. Not a patch of seaweed in sight. Deeply I inhaled the fresh air and enjoyed the beautiful sight that lay before my eyes. Before leaving the beach I walked into the shallow sea and felt the soft waves swivel around my legs and the coarse sand under my feet.
On my way back to the cabin on the trail I saw footprints of a deer. Going down to inspect it I looked over to my right and saw a snake skin, old and dry and shriveled up. It looked like a python.
In the distance was my cabin. On the balcony I saw my dad with a cup of coffee in his hand. Approaching the cabin the buzz of the bees and the flight of birds enchanted me for one last time.
Nature is a treasure and whoever is to encounter it shall live in harmony…
The most beautiful mountain in the world.
My inspiration for writing this was a spiritual experience with God i had encountered in nature.Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.— George Washington Carver
God in nature
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Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.— Truman Capote
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them (Psalm 8:3,4).