My profession is always to be alert, to find God in nature, to know God’s lurking places, to attend all the oratorios and the operas in nature. – Henry David Thoreau

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice–though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. …

But we have only begun
To love the earth.

We have only begun to imagine the fullness of life. How could we tire of hope? — so much is in bud. …

O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for time to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.