BEAUTY beckons us quietly with rosy fingers every morning. The sunlight warms our skin and the wind gently tugs our hair, urging us to look up.
“Look at us!” the leaves whisper “Look at our perfect serrated edges, our colors all so different-so beautiful. Who has done this?”
The rivers laugh as they re-trace their edges, drawn long ago by Someone else.
Birds sing and chatters, always moving; brilliant bursts of color darting past.
In the thunderstorm, power and beauty shout together.
I have heard someone say that Creation is a book. Indeed; perhaps Creation is a hymnal-written in the universal language of color, sound, and touch.
“The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy, the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with grain, they shout and sing together for joy.” (Psalm 65:12-13 ESV)
Let’s sing with them.
Further reading: Romans 1:20