is religion in everything around us,
A calm and holy religion
In the unbreathing things in Nature.
It is a
meek and blessed influence,
Stealing in as it were unaware upon the heart;
It comes quickly, and without excitement;
It has no terror, no gloom;
It does not rouse up the passions;
It is untrammeled by creeds...
It is written
on the arched sky;
It looks out from every star;
It is on the sailing cloud and in the invisible wind;
It is among the hills and valleys of the Earth
Where the shrubless mountain-top pierces the thin atmosphere
of eternal winter,
Or where the mighty forest fluctuates before the strong wind,
With its dark waves of green foliage;
It is spread
out like a legible language upon the broad face
of an unsleeping ocean;
It is the Poetry of Nature;
It is that which uplifts the Spirit within us...
And which opens to our imagination a world of
spiritual beauty and holiness.
John Ruskin ~~