For "us" to realize? Nature be?
Or more of our wistful and wishful thinking?
Or nature be the very language that God talks to me?
Then why those who study the language oh so well, think it not a language? But beauty itself?
Like Chinese pictograms and ideograms on the pages between the covers of a book, beauty to my eyes, yet a mystery to my English thinking mind.
*"to be God's mind's servant" is from a Mary Oliver poem, and a thank you to Bro. Chet for sharing it.
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