Nature Came Late...

So this post is late but is completely relevant to class. Nature is a huge part of everything that we do and experience, that it would be a shame not to post this poem and blog even if it is late.

As I was out at Lake Bonny Park enjoying the view before me; the ball park, the traffic noise in the small distance, the human waste vehicle emptying out the bathrooms, and the beeping sound that is accompanied with every backing up of an oversized truck, or trailer, I found myself struggling to find the organic beauty of it all. Then it began to rain. You could hear it on top of the picnic covering Casey and I were sitting under, it was made of metal and you could hear every rain drop, big and small, those falling in a furious decent, and those taking their time enjoying their short life span. It was a small symphony in motion. These are the words that came to my mind when I found something to write about...

"What word can express, all the beauty that nature has in it's possession, it's become an obsession to sit in the "wild" deep in meditation, concentration is key to understanding what the father is of this "Mother Nature" is trying to tell me, the birds of the air and the fish of the sea, consider these things as you think simplisticly, it truly is a great design, that I may witness with these eyes of mine, not it shines on the horizon, it's the sun, that you might encounter a God in this place, of grace, a warm expression on your face, for what do we have to gain from the rain, we pass it off as a pain and let it run down the drain, but it's to enjoy, and employ the clouds on days like this, whether the weather is cld or hot, wet or not, consider it a blessing for messing up "your plans", life not always about beaches and getting tans."


This isn't quite like what we've been reading in class but it was the natural flow that came to me with what I was experiencing. I hope that you enjoyed it and were somewhat inspired to have a new experience.