And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.
Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own.
God be thanked for books; they are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.
All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.
The wilderness is healing, a therapy for the soul.
Thanks to the restored gospel, we know our spirits lived before we were born into this mortal existence.
I have a vision of homes alerted, of classes alive, and of pulpits aflame with the spirit of Book of Mormon messages.
Sturdy gospel roots that go deep into rich spiritual soil strengthen and steady us in times of trial and difficulty.
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.
The latest revelation - from no Mount Sinai, Sermon on the Mount or Bo tree - is the outcry of mute things themselves that we must heed by curbing our powers over creation, lest we perish together on a wasteland of what that creation once was.