All of creation is a song of praise to God.

Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.

It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.

There is the music of Heaven in all things.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and stars. Gaze at the beauty of the green earth. Now think.

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God’s brilliance, emerging from God like the rays of the sun.