Heaven is everywhere we don't think to look.
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Love this! I often look at the miniature worlds of moss, mushrooms, and the like with awe and reverence.
So lovely. 🌿🍄🌿
I came for the Amanita and stayed for the poem. What a sweet little poem. I could just imagine checking under mushroom caps for pews ❤️😊
"Heaven is everywhere
we don’t think to look."
Oh this opening line is so wonderful! I love this poem.
What a lovely snippet of joy!💛
This is wonderful.
This is absolutely beautiful. Nature has always been a route to God for me🤍
This took me back to re-reading, God's Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins. He had a way with words! Thank you.
I've long called nature my "church". To me it resonates much closer than a building. ❤️ Love your poem.
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Love this! I often look at the miniature worlds of moss, mushrooms, and the like with awe and reverence.
So lovely. 🌿🍄🌿
I came for the Amanita and stayed for the poem. What a sweet little poem. I could just imagine checking under mushroom caps for pews ❤️😊
"Heaven is everywhere
we don’t think to look."
Oh this opening line is so wonderful! I love this poem.
What a lovely snippet of joy!💛
This is wonderful.
This is absolutely beautiful. Nature has always been a route to God for me🤍
This took me back to re-reading, God's Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins. He had a way with words! Thank you.
I've long called nature my "church". To me it resonates much closer than a building. ❤️ Love your poem.