Finding God in the city

A friend sent this my way and it seems an apt meditation for a snowy, slushy Saturday (at least, here in New York City) when a lot of people are finishing their shopping, wrapping gifts, mailing cards, buying eggnog, hanging lights, baking pies or otherwise freaking out.

Not in the solitude Alone may we commune with Heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity; Or only hear its voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty! — here, amidst the crowd, Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud — Choking the ways that wind ‘Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind. (William Cullen Bryant, 1794 – 1878)

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