From Pen to Prose

Awe

Insects and birds

sing praise in the air.

A breeze greets me:

the delicate scent

of wildflowers.

Opening my eyes, I see twilight's golden crown emboldening the sky 

with a blushing ombré. I hear nature 

bursting with ecstasy and voiceless delight for Christ: the risen King. 

Dashing blues, swirling cosmos, joyful hues blend and clash,

 mix and catch wonderful expressions from their Creator.

Do the galaxies

harbor insecurities

of their beauty?

Do they rebel against

their Artist

or question His genius?

What burning desire

does nature have

but to display

God's glory?

My small eyes widen

as I ponder

this mystery:

how the perfect King

calls humans alone

His masterpiece.