Some times I lose sight of my connections
to the natural world. Visible images remind me. The beauty around overwhelms! I am grateful for the reminder!
God’s colours inspire my morning. The green
leaves solidly clinging in grey patches hang from the living branches in the
woods. The silhouette against the azure sky reminds me of the symmetry of life
and the ordinance of patterns that govern my days.
Solid rocks, pearl white protrude from the
ground. They are heavy, strong, and smooth. There are no two rocks the same. I paint
on them with brush strokes of bright pink, sparkly yellow and purple. With God’s
creation and mine, we make those pearl white rocks explode with vitality.
The birds chirp. Their sounds emerge in
various hues of blue as they soar in contrast to the sky. Owls release hoots of
brown and tan and orange with dark strokes throughout. They respond to each
other in owl song. Sometimes they perch boldly on the dark russet limbs of the
trees above. At times they pretend to be red, but they don’t fool me. And I
like them in their natural colours. Those are the colours that God meant them
to be.
And God’s colours fade as the sun sets and
the moon dawns. The colours fade into one until all is grey. The night becomes clear and the colour of God’s silence encourages me to sleep.
God’s colours turn slowly to black and
white as I dream. There will always be new possibilities for colouring God’s
world of tomorrow.
In the meantime, I only want to remember
about Paradise! We live here now!
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