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Creation

 

      Creation unwraps a glistening morning for all to see. Breathlessly, I am waiting with eagerness, ready to put pen to paper in simplicity of the written word. A magnificently wrapped gift, given by an all-loving Father. An onion peeled away day by day, translucent layer by translucent layer.

     Time melts, moment unto moment. Steam swirls discipating into invisibility above my brown coffee cup clutched between my fingers. Peering through the streaked window, I watch a gnarly-knotted birch tree swaying in the gentle morning breeze. Smiling, I pause, catching a momentary glimpse of the morning creatures playfully dancing in the morning mist. No thoughts. How pure and perfect!

     Morning after morning, evening unto evening, day and night, silent moments of reflection are my soul's exquisite comfort. A blanket of peace cloaks my shoulders with overwhelming calm. All is right, all is good when the Father guides his creation.

     Intently, I watch. Night awakens as the day falls fast asleep. Sparkling stars scattered by the Father's hand are embedded in the heavens and glimmer with an effervescent glow in the twilight. Moonbeams gently caress the landscape as I fade off  to sleep. Silently slumbering, my body rests throughout the night silence. Tranquility is my steadfast friend while I abide in peace awaiting the revived morn.

     Shades of light emerge from the shadows, layer upon layer, light unto light as the morn arrives. A great multitude of sunbeams explode over the horizon in steady streams of energy warming the tender earth. Once again, a gathering of chirping birds perch in the gnarly-knotted birch hovering over the overflowing feeders seeking their daily bread again and again. Day in, day out, night in, night out. The enduring ritual continues in an unbroken communing with creation.

     Father, how can I not be extremely thankful for the beauty that you have set before my eyes and I can reflect upon morning upon morning. A luxury from you without cost.

    




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