Autumn glory

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As autumn colors touch leaves and grasses, I look at the beauty of the mountain world in which I live and see the nature of God.

The greens and yellows of the trees initially turn my thought toward the contemplation of God as divine Soul and Spirit. As I look at the spruce, pine, and aspen trees along the road, I see the expression of Soul in their beautiful changing colors, the balance of their branches, their symmetry and skyward reach. Then I look again and see Spirit in the persistence they show to hold on through coming wind and winter snows, to force their way up through rocks and hard clay soil, to endure droughts and fires, while all along unfolding into wonderful sanctuaries for deer, rabbits, and birds.

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