An Interlude

Such an amazing, beautiful thing that is often overlooked.

Breaking up the Weekly What routine with a poem:

Strolling briskly,
I pass some grass,
Shining brightly,
Covered in frost.

Though my fingers
I cannot feel,
The sight strikes me
As quite surreal.

Onto my chest,
I lay down flat
To see, up close,
The grass’s mask.

For a moment,
I am stunned
By the beauty
Of creation.

As I must leave,
Reluctantly,
I thank the Lord
For all I see.

I pause a bit,
Slowly thinking,
And then rephrase
What I was praying:

I thank the Lord
For all I see,
But also for
What is unseen:

The frosty air
Would dare blind me!
The wind would blur,
fog engulf me.

My Savior came
And died for me,
He is the Christ:
My King, unseen.

I walk inside,
Shake off the chill,
As I wonder
And ponder still.

One cannot help
But see beauty
In creation…
Give God all glory.