Where God Breathes
To sit here, breathing in the wildness, is to feel a part of the grand design, a single thread woven into the intricate tapestry of existence. The anxieties of the world fade, replaced by the profound peace of simply being, witnessed by the silent wisdom of nature and held within the embrace of something larger than ourselves.
This is the touch of God, the gentle hand that stirs the wind and rustles the leaves, the timeless will behind the carving of canyons by unseen waters. There's a surrender in the rustling leaves, a trust in the eternal waltz of bloom and fade.
Where God Breathes
To sit here, breathing in the wildness, is to feel a part of the grand design, a single thread woven into the intricate tapestry of existence. The anxieties of the world fade, replaced by the profound peace of simply being, witnessed by the silent wisdom of nature and held within the embrace of something larger than ourselves.
This is the touch of God, the gentle hand that stirs the wind and rustles the leaves, the timeless will behind the carving of canyons by unseen waters. There's a surrender in the rustling leaves, a trust in the eternal waltz of bloom and fade.