I see the sky,the earth,the tree...I watch the changing weather
...I marvel at the mystery...Of how they came together...
I wander through the fields of grain...The meadow sweet with
clover...And in the smallness of my brain...I try to think it
over...Why does a softness stir the soil...When springs comes
stepping lightly?Why does a pot of water boil...When
fire holds it tightly? What keeps the golden sun alive?...
Who knows the planet's story?...Whence do the moon and
stars derive...Their everlasting glory?...Each part is like a
perfect gem...Precisely hewn and mated...I only know that
all of them...Are things The Lord created.
James J. Metcalfe