Somehow the sun manages to wake up every morning
I’ve wondered if her fringes know the ends of tiredness
Or the center where her heart lays feels the pressure to retire
In all her might and posture, the sky remains blue
I looked at the this blueness and confessed a transcendent.
How dare I not?
The unclad trees suddenly blooming … softly, gracefully… as if marching into a pageant
Cuddling up speeching of Who made their bundles
Only to fall again in fall…
All of nature – creation – the sun, her brother-in-moon, the shifting clouds and the silent-blue skies, the elgant stars, and the waters resting underneath…
All holding hands in solidarity of a shared truth
That on their cheeks are the evident birthmarks of intelligent design
I stare in wonder!
At this artistic display.
May I never lose this wonder!
Like a child in utter amazement.
March 10, 2018