Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Dear God,

Beauty wants to emerge, to rise up, to appear.  It waits...sometimes found, sometimes not.

The oriental lilies were just bulbs.  All summer long they were hidden from our eyes.  Then one day, just last week they stood like trumpets, open, ready to play, to sing out, to praise, to celebrate.  I didn't really see them until I walked out my upstairs bedroom window and started down the stairs but I stopped.  Did I hear them playing and I turned to look out the window?  Or did I catch a glimpse and paused, noticing them for the first time?  What I know is I stopped and leaned on the window sill, gazing upon the rare beauties.

I wonder what other beauties I missed because I didn't stop to look.  What wanted to sing out a song of thanksgiving that I could not join in because I was too busy?  What was waiting for me to experience but I could not, did not for whatever reason?

I have worked countless hours in that flower garden but once the weeds were pulled, the flowers deadheaded, and the mulch was put in place, I nearly forgot it until that precipitous moment when the spirit wind blew my way.  I'm so glad it did!

Thank you,
Majestic God,
for sacred beauty,
glimmers of paradise,
and spectacular images
of you.
Thank you
for the
constant reminders
of spirit beauty.
Stop me
in my place;
turn my head
your way;
give me
to look,
to appreciate,
and to
say thank you.

Love, Andrea