Living rurally surrounded by nature always reminds me that everything is transient, everything and everyone has an allotted time, a season under the sun.
How foolish are we to believe that man has all this under his control. We have been conditioned to worship the created and not the creator, God, the Source, all in all.
When you walk in the fields and forests day after day, you can't help but see it. Nature doesn't have to question its purpose.
Only we humans battle against our limits, building monuments to ourselves while missing the point entirely. Nature gives and takes life in perfect rhythm.
Concrete and computers have not put us above these natural laws. Our ancestors knew better. They felt the hand of God in the wind, saw the divinity in sunrise.
We've traded ancient wisdom for empty progress, chasing things that rust and decay while turning our backs on what's real and lasting.
We need not be anxious about these natural laws. The birds aren't worried about tomorrow's food, the wildflowers don't obsess about their appearance.
God waits patiently for us to remember.
