Nature is Beauty.

Nature is Beauty.

You are loved by a God who created
All the beauty that you see…
Across the vast Plains in Texas,
The towering mountains of Kilimanjaro and Everest
And the Rolling Hills of San Pedro, California.

Behold Him;
In the openness of flowers;
blue bells and marigold, heralding us to Spring time.
And in the togetherness of lush, green, grass
carpeting the lawn,
To the freshness of blossoming cascades of creeping vines,
That adorn the picket fence.

Behold our God;
In the expanses of green-blue seas,
that touch an endless stretch of bright, blue sky
Or the moonlit night sky,
with its supporting cast of glowing stars.
In the hues of shades of colors of the human race and
The domain where the Lion is King.

You, behold the God of love,
In the beauty spots of the Leopard,
In the wonder that arranged the black stripes on the Zebra
Or was it the white stripes on the Zebra?
Do you know? Or do you care any which way?

Who gave the cardinal it’s marvelous shades of orange and red?
Behold your God,
my God in the splendor of the beauty that surrounds you!

From,
Notes to Sammy.

The Raging Storm.

The sounds of the season return,
winds whistle our way with ferocious rage…
rains helplessly pound down my window pane
with boisterous intensity.
The skies are thickened with gloomily, grey clouds as
sparks of lightning slice through with electrifying splendor.

Thundering,
as reckless as the fury of a drunken spouse,
rustling leaves conjure melodic notes,
swaying trees back and forth, unabashed.
Mother Nature,

Relentlessly, pounds, speeds through without a care.
A soothing pause, a respite for a few…
Then, illuminating flurry, thundering, gleaming
through the night skies;
In the distance winds howl,
enters another round of fury!

A pacifying pita, pat continue,
a gentle lull to sleep.
Only but for a few, awakened,
Yet another round of roaring lights shattering
through the shutters again and again…

Once more, asleep under the enchanting lull of
the calming force of Mother Nature.
Now and then, trepidation grips,
that the rage yet again, gains control!