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Mom and DadAl Dorr Earnest Albert Dorr
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Jumbled Thoughts The beginning and ending of human life is conceived and ended in an intriguing mystery. Science has of course determined in a manner the source of birth with its inception and growth, and its elevation with the aims and love of the mother who gave it birth. Its first instinct is to gasp for breath and utter a thrilling, though wailing cry. Here I can see in a manner the link of all creative life – the trees, the plants, the flowers, the grass – with human life. These, as they first emerge from the darkness of mother earth, seeking first of all the light and warmth of the sun, like the child enfolded in the warmth of the arms and breast of its mother. They both need warmth and nourishment. Each without these sustaining elements sinks beneath the rigor and vigor of its new abode and dies to become again an atom of the elements of the universe. They go back again into the mysterious realm which receives and gives all life. The plant life as you conceive of its existence, the trees with all their innumerable species, their varied growth, the texture of their leaves and fibers. There are varied and innumerable numbers of different flowers with varied raiment of leaves in color, texture and form. Their glowing colors enthrall you in their beauty – delicate, inspiring, drawing from human life its admiration and devotion for the instrument of the creation, paying homage to those in human life. They have devoted their lives to their culture and heaping words of praise on them for this great source of comfort and inspiration to the family of human life. Here let me call your attention to that accepted principle that death follows life, and in the death of the flowers, with all their beauty and fragrance, their decay returns once again to mother earth. In their decay they furnish anew to mother earth the essential elements of another springtime. From death again comes life – for tree, plant, flower and grass. These are living, vibrant and enchanting evidence that we of human life can grasp and visualize. Yet the miracle of creation is evident in profusion and confusion all around us, responsive to our vision, to our touch and laden in the fragrant air that we draw into the bodies of vibrant, breathing, animated human beings. Yet it remains an intensive, intimate mystery, the solution of which has engaged the lives of teeming millions that have come and gone. It still remains the source of yearning to the young and old, the student and the teacher, as well as those who have found and adopted a creed that satisfies so many and yet leaves so many holding in their minds only the solace of hope with all its power to soothe and compensate. The miracle of life as represented in the plant life, bursting from its embryo, its first struggle from the darkness of its mother earth into the light and warmth of the sun. Its steady growth to maturity assures that entrancing, mysterious power of creation. Calling upon its envoys, the sunbeams, the air with its gentle breezes wafts its creative pollen. That is another mystery of life, which goes from plant to plant, accepting the service of bees and other insects. It pays the air with its fragrance and the bees and others the nectar from its body. They carry their share in the creation of the beauties of colors laden with the fragrance only known to flowers. |
