God is the ultimate artist, and, as we come to know Van Gogh, Rembrant, etc. through studying their works, so we can come to know God through His creations. Every flower, bud, tree, every creature great and small, the sun, moon and stars teaches. Even the vast nothingness of infinite space speaks of the emptiness without Him.
The artist is know by his creations. It could have been dull, boring, monochrome. Instead He made it diverse, brilliantly coloured, with millions of varieties, each interlocked, depending on each other. An artist of precision He balanced each element, each atom, with exact care to sustain life. He set us here, within His vast environmental sculpture to explore, to live, to learn for ourselves to create the good.
God is never boring. Life is one amazing voyage of discovery if we open our eyes to see it.
Overwhelmed by the creator’s breath
I gaze enthralled by morning sky
Misty, red and cloud bedecked
It draws my eye to sights on high.
As the birds wing ore the haze
Total freedoms passage roam
My thoughts encompass future days
When all of Heaven will return.
As days grow colder, the trees gradually drop the gaudy garlands of leaves masking their true strength and beauty. Even so do we, as adversity’s chilling winds efface the sunshine in our lives, drop our masks, revealing our inner nakedness and humility. Others watching marvel, overwhelmed by our true beauty. As distresses fall, like freezing snow, upon our boughs we become ever more beautiful to the beholding eye. Old dead branches fall away and our inner soul is strengthened.
My first morning joy is to step out on my balcony. You can see why! Wonder and appreciation for the beauty of nature is one of the purest forms of worship. How I love that God is an artist too!
Oh how profound the lessons we find within a tree,
As gales begin to blow, and surf is raised at sea.
Were their boughs to steadfast stand, unyielding to the end,
They’d all soon break asunder. Instead, they gently bend.
For dancing in the breezes and blowing in the storm,
They may lose leaves or branches, but nothing more’s the norm.
Let’s follow their example, with roots held strong and firm,
In all life’s gales and blusters, the flexible let’s learn.
When life blows up a hurricane, let’s bend before the gale,
And dance, enjoy the toss around, as on the wind we sail.
Autumn is breaking in all its multicoloured splendour. Flaming ivy on the wall, lakeside trees tinted orange and yellow, the mornings a chill fog, evenings needing a comfy blanket to cuddle in. Winter has yet to show its face, no need to turn the heating on quite yet. Thick sweaters grace the cupboard again, ready, but not quite needed yet. Strappy T shirts and shorts, sundresses and sandals are packed away. Summer fades behind us. Like trees dropping leaves we forsake summer dreams. Christmas is glimpsed on the far off horizon; meanwhile we gaze in wonder at the beauty of decay transforming the world in glorious hues.