THE BACKYARD SANCTUARY No god is needed; My wife and I will do. We split and weed, and plant seed. We trim and choose, and rule our tiny spot, but not --- like one such other. Mother Nature framed this scene, and with her choices will be Queen. But at least, I see my debt and live to fill her coffers. It is a special place, our world; The world of life and persons. It is our Response and Ability, to keep it such and More. And pass it to our future kind, for ashes soon we be. For after all, we are but 'food' in this Great Chain of Being. Of what shall come hereafter, we made our contribution, too.
Poem and All photos by GWW
(For the original and added context of these thoughts, see The Nature Religion Manifesto under the category Religion. Stay Safe!)