I meant to publish these sometime in the winter, better late than never right?
From Sis. Marjorie Hinckley:
I love the sights and sounds and smells of a bustling city in a foreign country. I love the peaceful green hills of the countryside. I love the color of autumn leaves against a deep blue sky, the sound of a bird, the scent of pines. I love the sight of temple spires reaching into the heavens. Every day brings something beautiful if we are just willing to look up and see it.
God’s World, by
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crust! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this:
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,--Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me—let fall
Nor burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call