And the day God breathed upon your still life, stirring into being the green leaf and the flower, bud upon the branch and light
upon your soul. Here you felt the earth’s air on your petals and your leaves, and squinted into sunlight, gazing high for heaven
until you felt the gardener’s hand gently turning soil and soul, and nurturing you, bud in radiant sun.
Cascading rain absorbed in warm earth turning, heaven of fragrance. What is that sound in the wind and dazzling light?
Oh, the sweet sound of your delight in God. Sometimes it is like the sound of running laughter.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Pursuit of the Beautiful
Late afternoon today I squeezed a five miler in between dropping off and picking up my 13-year-old son from his activities. The temperature was hovering just above 0 at a tasty 2F - though feeling much colder. I did a little over four circuits in Purgatory Park. The circuits are 1.23 miles during which you ascend 527 feet and descend 555. This is true if you climb to the park’s summit each time around and take in the view. I love to do this. It is the view I'm after, the beauty. Each time around I know that I will climb to the top and look – even if only for a moment – at the broad expanse spread out before me. The view looks westward. Over the years I’ve seen glorious sunsets and lazy afternoons and stormy wall clouds and much more. And I’ve shared the view with the rising sun on many mornings: the sun just peeking over the horizon and me gazing across the park at the wonders that God has made. Yes, pursuing beauty and so many other things. I think God calls us to this: to see His reflection in a thousand small moments each day. One good spot to catch a glimpse is the summit in Purgatory Park.