What is spoken of as God by some, is beyond words for others. For me, a soaring hawk can be the voice of Our Creator. Beauty is not always easy to find... esp. in our war torn times. However, it is in the hardest of times that I stretch to find signs of The Creators gifts. And when I truly open myself to the possibilities, I find God is alive in a fist full of sand. A droplet of water on a blade of grass in a pristine alpine meadow, or an industrial vacant lot. It is in the act of asking to find beauty that I have found the Voice of Creation.
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