The God Dimension

The God Dimension The soil in the field where they plant vines is rusty red I took mould in my hand it was moist and it felt as living pulsing of goodness that will never turn stale but keep producing goodness that makes one happy to be a part of nature unlike religious people who believe they are in charge of nature, that it should bend to their will which is always detrimental to the common good. There are times when I’m in a dreamy mood when I wish I could believe in a higher power some deity that would come down and sort out our mess. Alas, we are nature and God lost heart and became a rain cloud.