We enter this house of worship mindful of a power not ourselves -
A power which we did not create, nor can we control -
A force which moves in and through us
that we can neither name nor understand.
We sense it in the hints of new life which surround us:
The budding tree which can barely contain its power;
The grass beneath our feet impatient to spring to life;
The tender shoots of flowers rising
As if drawn by some mysterious, invisible magnet,
Risking everything beneath the continued threat of cold and snow;
The barely contained excitement of the geese honking their way
To some watering place to remain for a season;
The subtle energy of our neighbors who sense something is happening - something old, yet new each year;
The vague excitement of opening doors and windows
To soft breezes and fresh air.
So may it be with each of us as we enjoy the miracle
And mystery and majesty of spring with its reminder
Of the cycles of living and dying, coming and going,
Greeting and farewell.
We are part of the mystery, this grand mystery of sea and sky,
Of hill and valley, of bird and bush, of life and death.
May we rejoice in this mystery
"Of time, death and the space between the stars." (Robert Ardrey)
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