If
…you could bottle the scent of the sun on the pines
sculpt a lightning-struck tamarack still reaching towards the sun
paint eternal sky and alpenglow and splash of wildflower on moss
compose a symphony of falling water and birdsong and wind
weave the tenderness of newly opened larch needles with the softness of the breeze
then
you would be the Artist no human could ever be.
But if
…you could walk softly on a mountain path
breathe in the perfume of the forest
soak up the light and the shapes and the colour
listen to the music of the natural world
touch sunshine and air and things that grow
be fully present in this moment that you can never be present in again
then
you could be the audience to the world the artist created
and you will be as close to God as you will ever be.
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