(in memory of Gordon Wright)



I believe in the mystery of being,

in the wholeness of life,

and the spirit in all things.


I believe in the tundra,

in the forests, in the rivers,

and the nameless mountains stretching to the sea.


I believe in the music

of the rising wind, the rushing water,

and the bell-tones of the hermit thrush ringing in the twilight.


I believe we are relatives

of the moose, and the swans,

of the birch, the cranberry, and the wild rose.


I believe that our destiny

is to know our place, to live in peace,

and to listen to the earth.

– John Luther Adams