This is my Father's world, And to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres.

I watch a leaf playfully dance in the wind, hung by an invisible thread from the bow of a tree. A work of art by an invisible Artist. He doesn’t sign His masterpieces, He doesn’t need to. His work is unmistakable to the eye of faith. His art is delicately placed in all nature. 

They use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Ps.19 “Conversations Within” ts 5/1/25