By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Nature is a natural therapy and healing remedy for the soul;
an organic agent of solace and tranquility.
Stroke for stroke my arms move in rhythm,
shoulders engaged, and elbows extended.
My kayak moves through the gentle waters;
 my soul paddles deep into the presence of God.
And I hear Him whisper ...
"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech and night unto night showeth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard."
Psalm 119:1-3
The soul must go where it can hear, experience, and safely worship God.
The soul must go where it is nurtured and encouraged to experience and explore depth and intimacy with its Lover,
communion with its Maker,
confession with its Redeemer.
Nature provides a tranquil air void of people and pollutant;
void of politics, projection, and pretense.
The voice of God is heard and His word prevails in the wonder of Nature.
The voice of God sounds out ...
and His message is pure.
Cattails gather in clustered cliques of brown suade, a few bulging over with harvest white cotton. My hand strokes the suade, cracks open the bursting cell, and my fingers feel the wonder of God's creation.
So soft, white, and clean.
A sunbathing turtle idles quiet on a log,
I touch him with my paddle and prompt a splashing. He dives into the water transmitting bubbles to the top, then shortly rises and returns to his place of sunning. I think that's happened to me a time or two also.
The sharpened pencil of a tree suggests a beaver near to me, and all around me a sharpened sense of God's glory.
Trees, naked and full, line the shoreline,
and greens of every hue beneath the blue.
Breathtaking beautiful is everywhere around me.
My kayak glides effortlessly across the waters.
Stroke for stroke and grace for grace ...
the glory of God.
In tranquility of Nature.