Yesterday, the snow had melted, and the fields glinted golden in the late afternoon light.
This morning, I came across a poem by Wilfred Pelletier and Ted Poole that seemed to be the perfect match:
Wherever you are is home
And the earth is paradise
Wherever you set your feet is holy land…
You don’t live off it like a parasite.
You live in it, and it in you,
Or you don’t survive.
And that is the only worship of God there is.
(from: Earth Prayers From Around the World by E. Roberts & E. Amidon, Eds. (1991).