My own faith evolves all of the time, as I move through life.

I believe life is a gift to be used well and wisely.

And when we fail to use it wisely, we have no right to it

we surrender it to the angels:

Every day I find a joyful surprise in life and nature,

in the apples on the trees,

the pumpkins in the pasture,

the swallows in the barn,

the dogs and the sheep,

the mists on the hills,

the donkeys in their meditations,

the shadows in the forest.

Every day I wonder if human beings deserve the world they live in,

their failed history  awash in blood and hatred and cruelty.

When we abandon the poor.

When we abandon Mother Earth.

We we kill one another,

When we create a world of bitterness,

trial, greed and war.

When we abandon the animals of the world

to their fates and our avarice and blindness.

Do we really deserve the world we live in,

the earth we have been given, the cycles of life,

the wonder of the sea, the power of the seasons,

the sun and the moon

the humble snakes in the garden?

I am not important, and the human race is not important.

I am going to the woods in my heart and soul. I

take my place among the living things – the soil, the flowers, the trees,

the animals and dogs and butterflies and birds.

The trees do not kill in the name of righteousness and flag,

and bend their knees to the false Gods of hatred,

pride and domination.

It turns out, that

humans are not as important as they thought.

Already, the earth is taking itself

back from us, not because we

give it no choice,

really, if it is to live on,

and then

the animals will have a chance to live in freedom and peace again,

the rivers may flow again, the marshes grow back, the skies clear and cool,

the seas recede,

the ice will grow back.

I hope our better angels rise up and take the world back,

because it feels to me on some days,

that we have set fire to The Contract,

and broken our promises to God.

I am not important, and in this way, I rejoice.

I am free.