Inspired by a comment I made below in an interview about my photos....
God is an artist
I think God is an artist. I mean, look around. Go outside, smell the air after a thunderstorm. Stare at the stars from the top of a mountain, listen to a brook or the ocean’s waves crashing on a beach. Feel the wind dance across your skin in the autumn, taste a handful of water from a fresh spring. All of that is art. We are art. Watch a baby take tiny steps, listen to the laughter of old friends. God is an artist, and everything around us points back to Him. If He is the master artist, and we are made in His image, well then…art can teach us a lot about Him, and ourselves. Christians should first take a second to realize the art that surrounds them, the beauty we so often take for granted. We don’t “need” to do anything but praise God for his glory. If we take joy in His creation, that will point people to Christ. Simply noticing God around us will make all the difference.
God is an artist The sand between our toes
The moss beneath our feet
The tulips that wave their hello to the sunny sky
Your laughter
My smile
The way our fingers entwine
The drumbeat of our hearts
Sweet smell of a summer’s rain
Autumn’s restless rustle
The Big Dipper, always in line with the North Star
A symphony of sound
Cascades around me
The brook
Which dances its hello
Around smooth rocks
Aged but ageless
And time swirls away and I cannot keep track
Of the way my spirit soars
Or the hours I lose,
Lost in pure joy and awe
And my hand
Is art
My knobby knees, bony elbows, pudgy toes that I won’t let people see
The wind which kisses my cheek
As the sun caresses my shoulders
And the clean, mountain air makes me feel so alive
Suddenly it’s clear
In the baby’s smile
First steps, first laugh
In my mother’s laughter
My father’s eyes
We are art,
I am a masterpiece
Bound by eternal, unconditional love
Agape
God is a comedian
The awkward giraffe baby bends its lanky knees to test the grass with his tongue
The huge hippo twitches its tiny ear, pretending to be nimble
The fat puppies squirm their full tummies in the grass, desperate to romp in the sunshine
I watch a penguin attempt to walk
Swaggering
The brown duck’s waddle
Just look at a platypus, or
A llama—hairy, wooly—as it spits in someone’s face
And it snows 4 inches in April but melts by 11:00 am because temperatures raise to 78 F
And I laugh in wonder
Or hysterics
And you laugh with me
The fat barrel dog in North Carolina that made me cry tears of hilarity
Interrupting Thanksgiving dinner
The way cats get puffy tails when scared
A dog thinking its own foot is trying to steal the bone from its mouth
Your silly jokes
Laughing
Aching
Can’t catch my breath
As I wonder at the world
And the things in it
Art
Beautiful
Hysterical
Made by the great master himself
God is an artist
And I
Well, I am art.
1 comment:
i love this.
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