“Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof. Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein;
Then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice before the Lord. ” A portion of Psalm 96
I had taken the last of my things from the Jackson’s home on Monday morning, and was ready to get into the van for the trip to the airport when I glanced at the sky and saw this rare scene. It was near dawn, and a storm gathered.
This morning as I read one of John Muir’s pieces, I thought of this picture I had snapped, and bring it to share. John Muir says this in his essay The Wilderness:
There is love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love ever showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.
In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world–the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and the wounds heal ere we are aware.
I am often asked if I am not lonesome on my solitary excursions. It seems so self-evident that one cannot be lonesome where everything is wild and beautiful and busy and steeped with God that the question is hard to answer–seems silly.
In the mountains, free, unimpeded, the imagination feeds on objects immense and eternal.
Monday was a juxtaposed day, for along with John Muir and David, the psalmist, for a moment, I had a glimpse of nature in the wild and, for a moment, had the distinct understanding that it was God who set such wonder in this earth…and then I was traveling by freeway…and then took my seat in a 737. The galling harness of civilization, John Muir would call it.
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