What a glorious spectacle we witness each year as nature awakens from her winter slumbers! What transformation in field and forest as the pall of ice and snow is blown aside by spring’s warm winds and buds appear on tree and bush. If our gaze could but penetrate nature’s workshops and see the tremendous activity in every sector, how tiny roots are bursting with life-giving sap, ready at a moment’s notice to break forth and form the thick, soft carpet of leaves and flowers upon which spring will make her triumphal entry into the land. Today, as I am writing this, the entire landscape is bleak, gray, dead. But in two months the meadows will be green, the trees will be full of blossoms, the birds will be singing, a sense of joy and happiness and well-being will fill the land. For nature will have come to life again.
It should be one of our objectives to regain this sense of close association with nature. The natural rhythm of the seasons should be a source of constant delight. Every tiny flower, every little animal, the rays of the sun, the chirp of birds, everything that spring brings back to us should inspire sentiments of joy and gratitude over our good fortune.
However, we must not remain on the plane of nature; for us nature is a holy symbol. It is a picture-book given by God to his children, in which they may see his beauty and his love; a picture-book which tells of another world which now at Easter is likewise celebrating resurrection, the world of supernatural life within us.
Spring with its transformation of hill and meadow is, accordingly a great symbol of an event in sacred history and of an event now taking place within the church. Springtime is nature executing her Easter liturgy. Neither poetry nor art can even approximate her grand display. In every corner of her vast cathedral a thousand voices are shouting Alleluia, the voices of creatures that have come to life. Yes, nature holy, sinless, eternal, is holding her Easter rites. Oh, that we had eyes to see this mystery!
- Pius Parsch in The Church's Year of Grace
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the other day at work, a co-worker and I were taking our children out for a walk-
ReplyDeletewe passed a large bush- or tree?-
of very pretty, simple, tiny flowers-
my co-worker stopped and smelled them and said, half-joking, "I had to stop and smell the flowers"...
I wasn't going to, but was tempted (or maybe inspired?), so I stopped and smelled them too-
for some reason, they didn't look like they would smell like anything, but to my surprise, their scent was very beautiful, perfect-
I thanked my co-worker for doing this and helping me to do what she did-
the phrase, "stop and smell the flowers" (or whatever the real phrase is) has much more meaning now for me-
with this experience I had and also with this post-