
2-Word Challenge – Dew/Existential

Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
There’s a unique
currency
at the oceanfront,
offered by the generous waves,
eagerly scooped up by
children
and lovers,
a rich, extravagant gift
of sandy
fortune.
The ocean
beats with
unwavering equality,
washing the sand
from our feet
all the same.
Thank you
to the
green leaves
for reminding me
that
it is health
that radiates beauty
and to the
rushing water
that power
comes
from the collective.
Happy Earth Day!
Now that the world is silent for a moment, may we again hear the cries of the wind, the whispers of the trees, and the cadence of the river, all, and at once, singing the song of their Creator, the source of trembling power and unexpected life.
I see you in every mountain, valley, and assembly of water. I feel you in every breeze, raindrop, and patch of sunlight. I hear you in the voices of others, in the tolling bell, and in the neighbor’s music. I smell you in the chain restaurants, the budding flowers, and the decayed leaves. I taste you in my morning coffee, in my hot tea, and in my straight whiskey. Even at the loss of my senses, I could not escape the world in my mind that is crafted in your matter. There is nothing without or within me that occurs to me before going through you, first.
When you consider the moss and the clay, it seems wildly unreasonable that we don’t give it space in the prestigious category “beauty.” God made flowers and stars and lightning bugs, sure, but He also crafted the things less immediately radiant: the soil, the stones, the molding bark on trees. Without vibrant colors or sweet aromas, these things yield a beauty beyond senses: purpose. How beautiful it is to have purpose; has anything else ever been so tirelessly pursued?
Go ahead, give her a bouquet of molding tree bark; weed out the narrow thinkers 😉
(What else is beautiful because of its purpose or potential that we don’t traditionally honor with the title beauty?)