As to me I know of nothing else but miracles. Walt Whitman
The LORD gives breath to the Earth’s people, and life to those who walk on it. (Isaiah 42:5) Every day we are caught up in the continuous act of the uncreated love of God giving birth to miracles which we seldom recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the wind and the sea – our own two eyes. All around us is life rushing towards us. Brendan O’Malley, Lord of Creation
Life is rushing towards us
Life is gift. We needn’t have it, the earth needn’t exist. It need not be endowed with beauty, notwithstanding its cruelty. O’Malley goes further, ‘life is rushing towards us’. And I note how much of my energy and expectation goes into rushing towards life, stretching out for space, working toward that more enjoyable thing, grasping for that special moment. The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it. I suspect I read this as ‘The earth, my life, is mine (Andrew's) and everything in it.’ I am the Lord and I just generate, mould and use the earth and my life. Yet, what a difference to see that life is rushing towards us, with its own God given form and meaning, here and now. The blue sky, the green leaves, the wind and our own two eyes. Walt Whitman, in his poem, Miracles would echo this: To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same. Andrew Hook
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles. Walt Whitman
The LORD gives breath to the Earth’s people, and life to those who walk on it. (Isaiah 42:5) Every day we are caught up in the continuous act of the uncreated love of God giving birth to miracles which we seldom recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the wind and the sea – our own two eyes. All around us is life rushing towards us. Brendan O’Malley, Lord of Creation
Life is rushing towards us
Life is gift. We needn’t have it, the earth needn’t exist. It need not be endowed with beauty, notwithstanding its cruelty. O’Malley goes further, ‘life is rushing towards us’. And I note how much of my energy and expectation goes into rushing towards life, stretching out for space, working toward that more enjoyable thing, grasping for that special moment. The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it. I suspect I read this as ‘The earth, my life, is mine (Andrew's) and everything in it.’ I am the Lord and I just generate, mould and use the earth and my life. Yet, what a difference to see that life is rushing towards us, with its own God given form and meaning, here and now. The blue sky, the green leaves, the wind and our own two eyes. Walt Whitman, in his poem, Miracles would echo this: To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same. Andrew Hook