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This Much I Believe


Another snowy day.

It no longer bothers me.

Indeed I am beginning to enjoy it. The flakes now appear so fluffy.

And it seems to warm up as they come.

How wonderful Mother Nature is.

How consistent; how self-limiting.

Can any guess how many billions of years it has been this way.

And the sun and the stars persist in their cycles.

And puny little man who 'struts and frets his hour upon the stage' would daily want to play God.

The hand that shaped the universe must be truly great.

The more we imagine, that more we marvel. Who says it is all an accident?

The order is too much to be simple happenstance.

This much I believe and more...

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