Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only they who see
take off their shoes.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I have long imagined that at some point in the process of creation there must have come a point of stillness and silence after all the chaotic churning and gurgling of lava and rain. In my visioning eye I see this first moment of silence, almost as if I had been there, and the spirit of the mist is there, hovering.