Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles. —  George Bernard Shaw
I know a green cathedral, a shadowed forest shrine,
Where leaves in love join hands above and arch your prayer and mine;
Within its cool depths sacred, the priestly cedar sighs,
And the fir and pine lift arms divine unto the pure blue skies.
— words by Gordon Johnstone, 1921
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church,
I keep it staying at Home -
With a bobolink for a Chorister,
And an Orchard, for a Dome.
— Emily Dickinson
Not a single bee has ever sent you an invoice. And that is part of the problem – because most of what comes to us from nature is free, because it is not invoiced, because it is not priced, because it is not traded in markets, we tend to ignore it. — Pavan Sukhdev, author of UN report The Economics of Ecosystems and Biodiversity – October 2010
Our difficult and very urgent task is to accept the truth that nature is not primarily a property to be possessed, but a gift to be received with admiration and gratitude. Only when we make a deep bow to the rivers, oceans, hills, and mountains that offer us a home, only then can they become transparent and reveal to us their real meaning. It is sad in our days that we no longer believe in the ministry of nature to us. —  Henri Nouwen
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
— Terry Tempest Williams
Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction. — E. O. Wilson
Every time I’m in the woods, I feel like I’m in church. — Pete Seeger
Observe always that everything is the result of change, and get used to thinking that there is nothing Nature loves so well as to change existing forms and make new ones like them. — Marcus Aurelius
Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence. — Alan W. Watts