Abundance Of Beauty
with my mouth I will make known your faithfulness to all generations.
We can see the azaleas' pink profusion sparkling in morning's dew or nature's delight in her nectar. It's the subtle " fair flowers" - the wind's whisper through spanish moss, the buried seeds of hope in barren ground - for which I must train my eyes.
But some things are just too fleeting, too beautiful, too sacred, to capture.
A smile. A hug. A twinkling eye.
The joy that is my strength.
The peace that passes all understanding.
The LOVE that covers my multitude of sins.
Where do you see glimpses of Heaven in abundance and beauty this day?