| Home | My Account | Directories |
Beach on Atlantic Ocean
Published on 2012-01-25 09:10:00
The Peace of Wild ThingsWhen despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and
Mottle Purse Crab (Persephona mediterranea)
Published on 2011-10-13 16:59:00
The essence of all pantheism, evolutionism, and modern cosmic religion is really in this proposition: that Nature is our mother. Unfortunately, if you regard Nature as a mother, you discover that she is a step-mother. The main point of Christianity was this: that Nature is not our mother: Nature is our sister. We can be proud of her beauty, since we have the same father; but she has no authority over us; we have to admire, but not to imitate. This gives to the typically Christian pleasure
Royal Starfish (Astropecten articulatus)
Published on 2011-10-09 16:31:00
StarsAlone in the nightOn a dark hillWith pines around meSpicy and still,And a heaven full of starsOver my head,White and topazAnd misty red;Myriads with beatingHearts of fireThat aeonsCannot vex or tire;Up the dome of heavenLike a great hill,I watch them marchingStately and still,And I know that IAm honored to beWitnessOf so much majesty. Sarah Teasdale
