We have a tendency, as humans, to believe that ours is the highest, best, most intelligent expression of Creation. Alas, our civility blinds us to the wonder and elegance that a loving Creator affords even the most humble inhabitants of life. For whatever reason, I notice the little things, the small details of Divine Intention that assure me that the least are loved as much as the greatest. Would you like a tour of my neighborhood?
The residents of these small abodes are anonymous. Yet one must admit that the landscaping touches and homey architecture tease the imagination into wondering whether squirrels . . . mice . . . or faeries dwell within these earthen domiciles.
Are they furnished? Do tiny candles light the nights? Do celebrations ring through these cozy halls at the turning of the seasons?
Somehow, I'd much prefer such questions remain within my heart ~ unanswered ~ no illusions shattered ~ limitless possibilities for my mind to explore.
Do you suppose there's room in there for me?
Kitty R. Connell
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