Our awareness of God is a syntax or the silence in which our souls mingle with the divine, in which the ineffable in us communes with the ineffable beyond us. It is the afterglow of years in which soul and sky are silent together, the outgrowth of accumulated certainty of the abundant, never-ending presence of the divine. All we need to do is to let the insight be and to listen to the soul's recessed certainty of its being a parenthesis in the immense script of God's eternal speech.
We do not own the earth.
Walk gently upon it, so that
future generations may do the same.
The best reflections are there
when the wind, water, and you
are quite still.
Walk cheerfully and gently over the earth answering to that of God in everyone and everything.