“By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.” – Thomas Merton
A holy kind of noticing takes place when we view creation’s glory through a lens of faith and grace. Especially the minor things we might have otherwise overlooked. They begin to stand out for us as portents of promise, signs of beauty and praise, and messages of God’s love and grace. Will you pause a while to appreciate this with me?
Oh the calm, calm waves of sky
reaching out to me in scattered, skeined
arms of pale, muted grey cloud
singing out their love, revealing how
the deepest act of devotion
I might be capable of this day, this moment
maybe, is to simply watch and wonder,
pray, and absorb the gift they bring,
give thanks for my life, this offering.
Because here and now are the most
important moments I exist,
in which to sense a holy invitation
to see, touch and taste, to focus on
the divine aspects, the holy,
wholesome sacredness of this
oh so ordinary, fleeting, minor
moment when God chooses
to remind me of his presence,
and then to stretch out my fingertips,
to say yes, I will look, I will listen,
and I will receive your love and grace.
I will take this offering as a sign
of hope, and I will secure
it fast within my insecure heart,
to take out and examine again
on darker days, when light and joy
seem so very far away,
and I will recall the preciousness
of my soul’s brief noticing,
as a harbinger of light and spring.
“God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.” – Martin Luther