"All creation had a language,
words to say what must be said.
All day long the heavens whispered,
signing words in scarlet red."
-- 'Anthem for Christmas', Michael W. Smith
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| The cozier, snugg-lier girls camp |
This morning, I had the opportunity to eat breakfast over at Forest Acres, which is the girls' camp in our community. This camp is a couple of miles down the road back toward Fryeburg, and there are a lot more trees surrounding the main living areas. This is not to say that Indian Acres doesn't have trees, for it has them in multitudes, but Forest Acres has a cozy, "nestled" feel to it... unless you go down to what FA calls the "lower field", you really do feel more like you are living in... for lack of a better term...a forest.
Although we now make berth at IA each summer, Forest Acres has a special place in my heart... Allison and I spent our first summer here living in a cabin at FA, and I got to know the staff there well... they are good folks. And you could not ask for prettier surroundings... it truly is a beautiful camp.
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Only half the road
I walked |
But back to this morning.. as I was leaving the dining hall, and walking back down the long road to the parking area, I was surrounded by the gauntlet of trees. It was rather breezy this morning, and the sussurration of the wind in the treetops was an incredibly gorgeous and spine-tingling melody. Bach, Beethoven, Haydn, Mozart, James Taylor, Bob Dylan... none of them has ever written a line of notes that came close to matching that sound on this fine morning.
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I was Enya-videoed
the whole way.... |
And the pine needles! They were being carried around on the breeze, floating gently past me as I strolled down the lane. No king or prince of Zamunda has ever had rose petals trailed in front of him that could match the honor done to me this morning by the pine trees of Forest Acres. It was like walking through an Enya video, although even that cannot do it justice.
On a morning like this... if you listen to the whispers in the trees.. if you read the messages shown by the pine needles as they flit by... and if you feel the hope of another Maine summer day.... it is not so hard to believe that there is a creator, a Master Artist who painted and sculpted this world, and did so in order that we might enjoy this beauty, and know that we are loved.
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