Gloriously God-painted in rich saturated colors,
Sparkly blues of sky and shiny glints of sunshine...
My eyes well up with tears...
Because You planned it this way,
Didn't You, Precious Lord?
And how I used to tumble through my days
Without even noticing --
Why now so spectacular?
Why at this time is it all so wonderful
To pause, to reflect, to saturate myself
In Your saturation?
I cannot but even imagine why...
Except that I almost feel like
I was never so alive as in
This moment...
Never so keen to listen to the rustle of Your voice
As in listening to the crackling leaves...
To breath in all of You
As much as the musty ripeness of harvest...
And never so aware of the brevity of time
As in watching Your ever-deepening display...
I hush my day to marvel and praise
Overwhelmed by all that You are.
(,,,I whisper an awestruck, "I love You",,,)
