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A Visitation

By Poppy

I received a visitor this morning- Jack Frost! He had left little feather-flowers on my window. They looked like the participants of some strange dance, some brave souls having ventured to the center of the floor; more , hovering on the peripheries , longing to be asked but not having enough courage themselves to simply join their friends in the middle and be free.

But the majority of the feather-flowers remained clinging to the side of the Great Dance Floor, like wall-flowers who knew that not only is there safety in numbers but anonymity in the crowd of hundreds (maybe thousands) of themselves, all embracing the frozen security the walls afforded them.

Little did they know that the Lord had made them all Himself, and that He put a drop of his own glory into all His creation. Everyone of them was unique and not one was exactly the same as another. And even crushed together on the window they each of them shined , outlined as beautiful, frozen works of art, wrought by the greatest beauty-lover of all.

Psalm 8:3-5
New International Version

3 When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him?
the son of man that you care for him?
5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honour.


Susan said…
Wow. I always knew, by the incredible thoughts and ideas that pop out of your mouth in a never-ending flow, that if we could just get them down on paper, your writing would be amazing. But it's even better than I thought it would be... Wow again. I hope you're soon back with more...
Joyful Fox said…

I also enjoyed the frost the other day. Your post reminded me of its beauty and our glorious Creator. So creative were you in the writing of the visitation.

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