Thursday, June 19, 2008

Dearest God,

Driving across the high plains of northern New Mexico, the storm clouds layered in the skies with a visibility more miles than we could imagine in every direction including up, we gawked at the magnificent beauty all around us. When the rain hit, hail followed closely behind. We were being pelted with nowhere to go for shelter when all of a sudden to our right, two arching rainbows appeared in the sky. “Stop!” I told my friend. “Stop!” She pulled over as one rainbow disappeared. With rain pouring into the car, we both grabbed our cameras and started shooting.

It was a very long day already when we arrived at our destination, the Mandala Center. Perched atop a high hill at 7,000 feet we could circle around 360 degrees and view mountains in every direction, plains for as far as the eye could see, pines trees, mesas, and cattle grazing. At home we ate together.

There is something in my soul that rejoices at yet another place in the cosmos where the earth has given way to the spirit to make something so beautiful. Here we will capture images of the Creator. We will find your face smiling in nature. And what delight we will take as we click our cameras holding a memory that will continue to cry out, “Holy, holy is our God.”

Wondrous and Beautiful Creator,
even with
weary bones
and blurry eyes
I called out
your name.
And through
your creation
you cried back.
How grateful
my heart is
to participate
in the wonderment
of the joy
of your creation.
Speak
and I will listen.

Love, Andrea