To me all nature becomes vibrant with song. It is a mystical scroll spread out before us. Nature in creation is God’s first inarticulate manifestation. Though you may not have a Bible to read, He will invade you from every angle with all His conscious presence in His creation.

I love the hills and the mountains. They give you projection, distance and a sense of freedom.-One day I told mother I wanted to go on that mountain nearby and be a part of it and it a part of me. I stretched out on its breast and looked at the sky. The spirit of the mountain communed and my heart responded. All over that mountain I heard this tremendous organ music. It was the song of its creation-the handiwork of God.

All music has color, and green is always the im­mediate present—the here and now; it speaks of hope and promise. But I cannot retain it, it goes into the blue of eternal duration. You get an awful sense of this in the blue of the sky. All these lovely green trees that we see, you push them back in time and ten miles away they would not be green at all. The green pushes into an eternal quality. We think it is lost, but it is not. All that which has ministered to our immortal spirits of this earth experience is retained in the next age because it is a part of us. If we could see what this will be in that deep blue eternal, would green moving shadows be just what they seem?-We only see life in the present, but God sees the green moving shadows what they are in the future.