We saw mountains huddled under blankets of snow,
reaching out hopefully towards the strengthening sun.
Buds paused at the tips of branches
waiting for the warmth that would set them free.
Oh to look, to enjoy, but not to touch;
because too much of what we touch turns to dust.
When we take what the universe is not ready to give,
we destroy and are destroyed.
When we receive the abundance the universe offers,
we are recreated and there is more than enough for all.
- Psalm 121: Mountains, Stock Thieves, and Baby Steps (wonderingpreacher.wordpress.com)