Amidst the meditation of mountains,
the humility of flowers
wiser than all alphabets--
clouds that die constantly
for the sake of God's glory--
we are hating,
hunting,
hurting.
Suddenly
we feel ashamed
of our clashes
and complaints
in the face of the tacit
glory
in
nature.
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Source: Abraham Joshua Heschel ~ Quest for God
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