Have you ever noticed how the beautiful things
Of earth seem to be saying something?
The darting of a swallow
The bashful color of a sunset
The jaw dropping sights of the oceans
The flourishing of a human life.
The wonder of life itself.
As we journey through our days on earth
we come in contact with this beauty;
A beauty that was here before us
And, God-willing, will survive us.
How foolish we are to imagine ourselves entitled
to wonders we stumbled across.
Surely the beauty of the earth
Is like a conversation,
But not one that is directed toward us,
Rather towards Another.
Perhaps the beauty we inhabit
Was made for and by this Other
And we enjoy it temporarily,
As tenants enjoy the comforts
Afforded by a landlord.
There are millions of beautiful things in this life
That no human eye will ever see
Many wonders within our very bodies
That continue day after day
With a wonderful harmony that most people
Simply take for granted.
The beauty speaks a language
We seem to only understand temporarily.
Indeed it is a conversation
between the created thing and its Creator
A conversation,
we have only overheard.
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