While in the Woods this Morning

While in the woods this morning I was reminded of Robert Louis Stevenson's two line poem: "the world is so full of a number of things I'm sure we should all be happy as kings." Some of those things today: a Nashville warbler, black and whites, black throated greens, catbirds, cardinals and jays, a pair of painted turtles sunning on a rock out in the back of the still water, periwinkle alongside the trail, wood anemone, starflower, dandelion, tamarack in all their new yellow-green needle-lace, crabapples in their blushing blossoms. To see such design---shouldn't such natural artifacts delight us and give us the sense that some grand Artist must be responsible? Could chance compilation of atoms excite themselves on their own power and form such things? Can we really contemplate such creation without being convinced it all comes from a Sculptor who must chisel such a marble that breathes so beautifully?