“For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light
Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.”
This little slice of heaven is a tiny slew off of the Tennessee River and it is quiet and shady, offering a respite from the sun. It is so small, in fact, I would not consider trying to get in here with a boat any larger than ours (and I wasn’t too comfortable with ours since a tree had fallen across the water). Robin is reading and I’m feeding crickets to the fish. We’ve had a few hours of this solitude and it’s been very nice; enough to make us want two or three days.
I hear my crickets chirping quietly; I hear birds singing and I hear little flying insects. Other than that, total silence. Occasionally a boat passes on the river and I can hear that, but there aren’t many other boaters out on a Tuesday. As I soaked up the beauty, the words to the old hymn above came to my mind and I offered my “grateful praise” as I sang through them in my head.
As we all go about our busy days, I hope you get a few minutes or seconds to look around and enjoy the “beauty of the earth”.