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Anne Ogden / A Voice from the Wilderness
Written by Anne Ogden   
Tuesday, 03 February 2009 15:04

Anne OgdenFrom the rising of the sun to its going down*

let the Name of the Lord be praised.

 

It is lightly snowing fat flakes. I am peddling the exercise bike, looking out through old metal rimmed windows in the basement. They remind me of the art library at college where I once pretended I was a scholarly monk in old Europe.

I watch the snow. Wow, I think, such exquisite intricate patterns. Who designed them, I wonder. Through the snow, I see sleeping buds on the dogwood tree just outside the window. Wow, I think. Aren’t they amazing. In a few months, they will open into their distinctively shaped white blossoms. Did the same designer make them, too? And a Paolo Soleri bell, hanging on the deck, an organic design. Wow, I think, and remember architect Soleri’s experimental town, Arcosanti, in Arizona. Where did he get his inspiration? Beside the bell are the remnants of a mud-dauber’s dwelling. There must have been busy life being lived in that house last summer, right outside my window. Wow. How did they learn how to build such a structure?


Does God want to be praised? I don’t know, but on this snowy morning it is impossible not to praise the infinite names—the name underlying all names—of God.


February, Kentucky

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