Nature is my temple,

Its shaper is my lord.

The ultimate mystery, beyond all knowing,

The source of Life.

In this green place,

My soul is at rest,

And the troubles of the world disappear.

I lift my eyes to the hills

To understand my place in this creation,

And quietly rejoice in the silence and stillness of Nature.

– Marc

This beautiful world is our home. We must love and protect it, knowing that our fates are intimately entwined with its own. This world which has endured for eons before our own transitory lives, and which will be here long after we have gone. Its generations-old trees, its epochs-old mountains and valleys; it is our home, it is the temple which points to something or someone more. Nature itself is not what i worship; nature is the temple through which i worship the Ultimate Mystery.

This day, may we have eyes to see Beauty manifest in the multitudes of non-human lives all around us. Tree and bug, bird and flower and rock. May they help us to see our part in the web of life, and lift our eyes to something greater.