A bee’s shadow at the retreat center
I saw a bee flying maybe ½ inch above the sunny path. As it zigzagged around, its shadow followed on the ground, about 1½ inches diagonally below it. It reminded me of the shadows cast on Earth by airplanes and clouds.
When I’m in an airplane watching the shadow of the plane on Earth, I am so far above the land, people are not even visible. Someone above me, god-like, would see the plane I’m in and its shadow in the same way I see the bug and its shadow on the path. I in the plane would be invisible.
I am a microscopic bacteria cell (good bacteria I hope!) inside a bug. Inside my ultra-tiny mind, I am singing the hymn, “For the Beauty of the Earth.”
For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty 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 flow’r,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
