Here are some reflections (in words and photos), that have been shared by people in the congregation at Trinity-St. Paul’s in response to Creation Time this year, as we explore the theme of Creation and our City.
Carolyn Barber shared “A Tribute to the Earth,” originally written for Trinity-St. Paul’s service on April 22, 2007, which includes these beautiful words:
In the past week or so, as I looked for words that could convey my love for nature for this Earth tribute, I found that is was only the images of nature, not words, that came to mind. I was surprised to discover that many things I love in nature don’t require travelling to Georgian Bay, but can be found here in the busyness of downtown Toronto.
I remembered a late afternoon last fall when I was rushing to pick up something on the Danforth. By sheer luck I happened to glance up to see the western sky absolutely ablaze with giant brushstrokes of orange and rose and mauve, and a whole myriad of other colours that the English language has no words for, all surrounded by the deepest of indigo. I had a feeling that it must be just for me, as everyone else was still rushing by…. a feeling of being enveloped and at one with the beauty of sky. I felt rich and privileged beyond measure.
In late March, exploring my back yard, I stopped in amazement. Here, right beside a pile of melting snow, with winds howling, a little bush was already blooming its heart out. ….the witch hazel that I planted only last year had survived the winter, and was covered in dark red seed pods splashing out tiny pompoms of vivid lemon – blossoms as strangely exotic looking as anything from the rain forests of Costa Rica or Ecuador. But not at all an imported plant, rather a proud native Canadian, with the courage to bloom long before the forsythia had even thought of making the effort and making my day. . . .
How often do we experience momentary gifts from nature like these ones, yet fail to realize that it could be God’s way of trying to lead us back to ourselves through nature. God, for these moments of connectedness, we say thank you.
But let us not neglect our own creations, our built environment, the song and music that make us unique in the Universe. Here at TSP . . . [we have] A century-old building with its foundations of Ontario clay bricks. Clay that is no doubt rich in minerals like zinc and magnesium and copper and more… the same minerals that are found in the compost that nurtures the little witch hazel, the same minerals that flow though our arteries and keep our human hearts beating and open to the wonders of an October sky. Surely, when we try to pick out one piece of life around us, we find it hitched to everything in the universe.