There are moments in nature when we feel a "presence." This is something that defies expression even by great poets and spiritual masters. We need not call it God, or the Divine, or any name at all. There are many names, but they all point to the same inexpressible mystery.
The power that holds the moon in the night sky and blankets the earth in midnight stillness cannot be neatly labeled and put in a box of doctrine and dogma. It is alive and palpable to those who pause for a moment in its midst to look and to listen.
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