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Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

The Voice of Nature

The Voice of Nature

The Voice of nature is part of me, but yet, far away.  It answers what ten thousand books strive to say, but oblivious to what is written on the pages.  The birds measure the intervals of time between each sound to know what it means, without knowing what a measurement is.  Nature’s laws are written for the pulse of life and also its immortality.  The seeds hidden beneath the snow wait for springtime and surrender to its rejuvenating powers.  Every season holds the key to eternity.  If some beliefs shroud the mystery of fate, we open our hearts to the ways of nature, which is our life’s home, and the guiding forces behind every gesture are the hands of God.

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