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ANG PAGPAPALA AY SUMA INYONG LAHAT!!!

I love nature,
I love nature and in your nature I saw the true melodrama of it’s volition,
Never make me astray or ruin any of your creation and now I know that in it let me practice it,
I love nature and all they do is defile all your infinite creation and never thank that Holy place,
For outer of the unseen you were seen in us not for lust but for all the precious time you made for us,
I need that love and never make me despise all that you made for humanity the unseen,
For if nature in you does not exist surely it all exist’s,
I saw it and felt that in your planet there is the beauty that tilt’s in our souls,
Now I know that you made it in me and when I defiled it I got the pleasure of flesh and blood,
But when I praised the nature that you made, praised the soul in me that eventually suffered in affliction’s,
For we cannot separate from nature, not even a single creature can escape all the time you made for us,
I need that nature and that image of you that will praise your name and see that in it you are not the vampire but the leader that has mercy,
For out of mercy we are able to breathe freely and think of the unseen in your creation.

“I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.”

The search for beauty is the search for God
Who is All Beauty. He who seeks shall find.
And all along the paths my feet have trod,
I have sought hungrily with heart and mind,
And open eyes for beauty, everywhere.
Lo! I have found the world is very fair.
The search for beauty is the search for God.

Beauty was first revealed to me by stars,
Before I saw it in my mother’s eyes,
Or, seeing, sensed it beauty, I was stirred
To awe and wonder by those orbs of light
All palpitant against empurpled skies.
They spoke a language to my childish heart
Of mystery and splendour, and of space,
Friendly with gracious, unseen presences.
Beauty was first revealed to me by stars.

Sunsets enlarged the meaning of the word.
There was a window looking to the west;
Beyond it, wide Wisconsin fields of grain,
And then a hill, whereon white flocks of clouds
Would gather in the afternoon to rest.
And when the sun went down behind that hill
What scenes of glory spread before my sight;
What beauty–beauty, absolute, supreme!
Sunsets enlarged the meaning of that word.

Clover in blossom, red and honey-sweet,
In summer billowed like a crimson sea
Across the meadow lands. One day, I stood
Breast-high amidst its waves, and heard the hum
Of myriad bees, that had gone mad like me
With fragrance and with beauty. Over us,
A loving sun smiled from a cloudless sky,
While a bold breeze kissed lightly as it passed,
Clover in blossom, red and honey-sweet.

Autumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.
And in the gallery of Nature hung
Colossal pictures hard against the sky,
Set forests gorgeous with a hundred hues;
And with each morning, some new wonder flung
Before the startled world; some daring shade,
Some strange, new scheme of colour and of form.
Autumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.

Winter, though rude, is delicate in art -
More delicate than Summer or than fall
(Even as rugged man is more refined
In vital things than woman). Winter’s touch
On Nature seemed most beautiful of all -
That evanescent beauty of the frost
On window panes; of clean, fresh, fallen snow;
Of white, white sunlight on the ice-draped trees.
Winter, though rude, is delicate in art.

Morning! The word itself is beautiful,
And the young hours have many gifts to give
That feed the soul with beauty. He who keeps
His days for labour and his nights for sleep
Wakes conscious of the joy it is to live,
And brings from that mysterious Land of Dreams
A sense of beauty that illumines earth.
Morning! The word itself is beautiful.

The search for beauty is the search for God.