The Bookish Kind: Beholder

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Beholder

Caught another pretty sunset with gorgeous cloud formations this evening. I am just so in love with the beauty,

so beautiful it almost hurts - I'm sure you know what I mean.

Some days I forget to look,

To actually behold the everyday beauty.

I want to be drenched in the beauty,

And covered by the One who made it.

This beholder is impressed.

This beholder finds beauty beautiful.

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth