Nature surrounds...the canvas of the maker.
Untouched by his hand, but artfully organized.
The great mystery of his perfection on display,
Where only the eyes of the pure can see.
Gods character evident in every whit...
From the vast universe down to the smallest particle.
Virtually silent in voice, but loudly expressive.
Even that which appears to be unsightly,
Is His love clothed in plainness.
Down to its smallest building blocks,
Beauty sets forth it's humble beginnings.
Particles of energy attract to their proper order.
Naturally drawn together, they form to His liking.
An evidence and likeness of his perfect love.
Nearly all things instinctively following His will,
Growing, transforming, or expiring at His pace.
Offering itself forth as a witness to His grandeur.
An inheritance set up for His children to enjoy,
A responsibility to be entrusted with...
A reminder of all His grace and omnipotence.
Yet we often fail to stop and take it in...
Blinded by the meaningless duties of the day,
Oft a judging eye and doubtful mind.
Attention drawn in vanity and selfishness,
Failing to look closer at the world He created...
All of which is entirely manipulatable...
So as to offer forth the tools of his trade,
And the keys to the development of mankind,
Those who truly see are sanctified and refreshed,
And feel the mantle placed upon them,
To take care of that which their father created.
Others mindlessly and thanklessly abuse,
And see "things" rather than His omnipresence.
As the final touches of his masterpiece,
His children attract to their proper order,
A macrocosm of his less complicated creations.
Positive energies drawn together,
Beautifying in ways even angels are in awe.
The negative segregate together...
Losing the purpose of their design.
In the grand scheme all things are balanced.
Everything the perfect hue.
Those who enhance his art become inspired,
Contemplating the beginning of their own.
No longer looking at the world with haste.
Stopping to breath it in.
Gazing upon it with resolve and direction...
Beautifying in action with the brushstrokes of His love.
~ Erik Gumbrecht
