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The intricate detail and delicate design that animates each blade of grass, leaf and flower petal draws me to ponder just how much thought the creator invested in weaving the fabric of my being into existence.
The breeze that gently brews, bowing leaves and trees into mysterious worship speaks of a careful invisible hand moving
It all reminds of me of the Holy Spirit’s gentle knock at the doors of my heart,
“Will you let me in?” he asks
“Come to me and find rest for your weary soul,” he adds
And the warmth of the sun,
It brings all this creation to life
It warms my heart and reminds me I am loved.
Without the sun all beauty is as if it were not- dark and dull
The yellow is a lifeline to creation that many overlook like water under a bridge
So clear on one day,
And on another, tucked behind a cloud of grey
But it doesn’t cease to exist
Nature worships even on a grey day
The pitter patter of raindrops offers percussion
To which dust and green rise and sway in celebration,
Toasting to the life that comes with the rain
Even when it may make a storm and send them into a drain
It’s like they know that beauty and growth belie the risk
And that when they hang on longer
New Life soon spikes through the soil
Such is our own life, Coming to growth and strength Only after enduring whatever stress and strains
Bittersweet it is
Birds know this,
So they sing even when it storms
Because they learn to build stronger nests
