Monday, September 18, 2006

Standing and Staring

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?" WH Davies"

I stood and stared this morning. Coffee pot in hand, I glanced out of my kitchen window and I was lost, done for; entranced by beauty that held my gaze and wouldn’t let go.

In the foreground, smooth lawns sloped down, dew diamonds dancing on the tips of emerald bladed grass. Beyond lay the meadow, edged with a border of goldenrod, ten feet or so deep, rising up on bright green stems and crowned with plumes of yellow ochre.

The goldenrod seemed to hold in like a dam, a sea of grass that stood, feathery, silver green fingers to the sky.

Copper limbed trees, shrouded still by the morning mist and hinting at fall, rose up behind the field to the right, while to the left; the creek ran, edged by the gracefully bending and swaying, yellow-green leafy, alders. Behind all, a hill, maple forest crowned.

Dear Lord, you are the Artist of artists and I am stunned at the work of your fingers.

Psalm 8:3-9 (New Living Translation)
New Living Translation (NLT)
Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright © 1996, 2004 by Tyndale Charitable Trust. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers.

3 When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers--
the moon and the stars you have set in place--
4 what are mortals that you should think of us,
mere humans that you should care for us?
5 For you made us only a little lower than God,
and you crowned us with glory and honor.
6 You put us in charge of everything you made,
giving us authority over all things--
7 the sheep and the cattle
and all the wild animals,
8 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea,
and everything that swims the ocean currents.
9 O LORD, our Lord, the majesty of your name fills the earth!

1 comment:

Cardinella said...

You painted a lovely image in today's reflection -- have you read Mary Oliver's poetry? You can read some of it online at this link:www.poemhunter.com/mary-oliver/poet-6771/
Alex