In a world once deemed outside the temple, we sought divinity in stone and mortar, fearing a universe void of Spirit. We boxed God into shrines, limiting the boundless, making the divine scarce and stingy. Yet, God's presence is not confined; it permeates all creation. Each leaf, each creature, whispers a facet of the Divine, inviting us to revere the material as holy. The sacred is not solely in churches but underfoot, in a blade of grass, a gentle breeze. To love deeply is to glimpse the soul, to see the holy in all—a communion of subjects, not objects. Love reveals the soul, within and without, as we learn from the stars, the trees, and each other.
May we open our eyes to the sacred woven within all things,
recognizing the divine in the whispers of leaves
and the gentle touch of the breeze, for in loving deeply,
we discover the soul of the universe.



(adapted from: Richard Rohr, Nature Is Ensouled; Richard Rohr, The Universal Christ; Richard Rohr, A New Cosmology; Thomas Berry, The Sacred Universe)