READINGS
Immanence and Transcendence: Finding the Divine Here or There?
San José First Unitarian Church
July 20, 2014
Miracles
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Where Is Heaven?
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Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets Or dart my sight toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or watch honey-bees busy ‘round the hive On a summer forenoon, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, Or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate curve of a new moon; These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth Is spread with the same, To me the sea is a continual miracle, The fishes that swim – the rocks – the motion of the waves – the ships with people in them, What stranger miracles could there be? (Read by Luther Jackson) |
Where is Heaven? Is it not
Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass one by one Not too fast and not too slow, Looking backward as they go At the beauties left behind To transport the pensive mind. Does not Heaven begin that day When the eager heart can say, Surely God is in this place. I have seen God face to face In the loveliness of flowers, In the service of the showers. And God’s voice has talked to me In the sunlit apple tree. (Read by Alice Lynch) |