The earth has music for those who listen.
I remember looking out the window from one of the taller buildings at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology where I studied during the 1990’s. I was with a Native-American young lady who’d come to MIT for a photo shoot on youth studies in science and technology. I’d always enjoyed the expansive view of Boston from that building. I inquired if the young lady also enjoyed the view. She looked at me sadly and said “no.” I asked why not. She replied by asking me “where is the land.” To which I replied, “It’s right in front of you.” She replied, “all I see are buildings.” So I asked what might be a better view. She then shared with great detail what the colors and contours of the landscape were like in the part of New Mexico where she lived. She shared she could look for miles across a landscape with no buildings. As she shared her love of the land, I could almost see and feel the beauty of the earth. The city skyline has never been the same for me since that encounter. We both were quiet for a long time after that.
anthony glenn miller
You visit the earth and water it,
you greatly enrich it;
the river of God is full of water;
you provide the people with grain,
for so you have prepared it.
You water its furrows abundantly,
settling its ridges,
softening it with showers,
and blessing its growth.
You crown the year with your bounty;
your wagon tracks overflow with richness.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow,
the hills gird themselves with joy,
the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,
the valleys deck themselves with grain,
they shout and sing together for joy.