[MD] What I believe

[John Carl]

I believe in trees and that heaven has something to do with how dead trees
gentle themselves into long, mossy columns of bright-smelling, crumbling
earth, lively inside with sprouting seeds and black beetles.  I can not make
myself believe in a loud-voiced, bearded God on his throne in the clouds,
but I am moved to tears by the compost pile.

Stolen from Barbera Kingsolver, and then tweaked a bit by me.