These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones. They are what they are; they exist with God today. There is not time to them. There is simply the rose.
I thought of the lessons [the sea] had taught us as children. A certain amount of patience (you can’t hurry the tides). A great deal of respect (the sea does not suffer fools gladly). An awareness of the vast and mysterious interdependence of things (wind, and tide and current, calm and squall and hurricane, all combining to determine the paths of the birds above and the fish below). And the cleanness of it all, with every beach swept twice a day by the great broom of the sea.
Love every creature . . . Of course koalas are pretty easy to love. What about some of the others?
Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each separate fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.
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