I was sitting and looking at our landscaping and thought I must remember this. This is for eternity for me. It was the end of the day and the sun was setting. I feasted my eyes on my surroundings. And my eyes took in every detail and when they fastened on the next door tree of flowers I thought out loud, Look at what the Great God wanted my eyes to see! And not just a bouquet, but a tree of flowers! Goodness, mercy! A tree of flowers, not just a bouquet.. . . .and the sky was fading but the sun stayed on the tree.
And my next thought was of my Mentor, the Nazarene, and his words of Father, forgive them for they know not what they do. . . And we desecrate and decimate our land and pulp it to a nothing. We obliterate the species in numbers and prevent the trees of flowers from succoring us and the species who hover, supporting us.
I have long argued that this planet should have been kept for graduate students. Those who have earned the right to live on her by doing the footwork, not necessarily those only educated by the elite schools of thought but by those educated by our hearts. But the argument was that Earth’s obstacles would be so difficult that the heavens thought this lush land of beauty would soothe and nurture the soul to health and progress and life in all dimensions would benefit.
But it seems in great numbers the sophisticated had soon developed street smarts and were loathe to give up their toys. So now we work hard to keep what we still have and guard with our lives the beauty of this planet while we live so that our progeny will yet taste of her goodness.
And I repeat the words of my mentor and friend, Father, forgive them for they know not what they do. . they know not. . .