God is everywhere. The animals and flowers all manifest God's presence, as does the marvelous ecological balance we're becoming more aware of in recent times. Everything seems to work together over time to produce a certain consciousness of God's presence.
Life is not hurrying on to a receding future, nor hankering after an imagined past. It
is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush, to a brightness that
seemed as transitory as your youth once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
... the silence in the mind is when we live best, within listening distance of the silence we call God ... It is a presence, then, whose margins are our margins; that calls us out over our own fathoms.
What to do, but to draw a little nearer to such ubiquity by remaining still?
