The Flats, ever-changing yet always dressed in beauty; they take away my breath, delight my eyes every time I cross them. Life and earth, artists of ageless facility, mingle and with their every stroke infuse beauty into their canvas. I should be grateful.
Shall I praise life and earth,
Full of beauty, absent of thought?
It is talking to the wind –
They do not hear.
O Lord, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth! When I look at your heavens, the works of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals, that you care for them?…O Lord, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth! Psalm 8:3,4