It’s a good thing to chase sunsets
To be in complete awe of created wonders
Things that grow
Behold purity and newness.
Alas the moon!
Settled upon a dimly lit sky
Pink and blue shades surround.
And across the bay
Sloping mountains accompanied by birds wings
Flocks of freedom.
It’s wise to sniff the clean air
Absorb crisp oxygen
Immerse oneself in the ability to breath
To stand on hills that are painted in green
And see a world beyond
Sheltered by the branches of native trees.
It’s lovely to sit below the pine
To feel so small and yet so significant.
And it’s okay to go,
Where beauty is found
And the fumes of industry no longer surround
Be free as the flocks
And seek the green
Soaring towards a sunrise at the beginning
Of a new day.
Allow the earth to surround you
Drink in every delightful thing.
Learn to embrace the fallen leaves
And rejoice with the coming of new ones!
It’s wonderful to feel whole
Coated in purpose
Simply oozing with want and wonder.
Grow to appreciate your surrounds
Seek the beauty in everything
And remember that if none can be found
It’s good to chase the sunset.
it’s been quite some time since i last shared anything. for several weeks my mind felt overrun with thoughts. thoughts which wouldn’t leave any space for much else; certainly not a creative, positive blog post.
but at last, i feel as though i am leaving my season of wandering and entering a new one, filled with passion and growth – accompanied by journeys which i feel are going to shape me into the person i am still discovering to be.
the poem above i wrote on a whim as i went for a cool evening walk. lately, with further discovery of Jesus and who He is, i have developed a lasting appreciation for the wonder of home. the earth is so beautiful, i find myself in situations where i’m no longer overrun with doubt and negativity but silenced in awe and sheltered with love, HIS love.
the world holds so much beauty. it’s often right before our eyes yet somehow so very difficult to find. however, i have come to understand that need i open my eyes a little wider, should i stare for a moment longer, if i consider it the work of His hands – the beauty is apparent.
thus, the world has become a wonder to me, Jesus more fantastical with every passing moment. to Him forever and to me now and always, life is precious. the air i breath is clean and the purpose life holds (though i do not yet fully understand it) is utterly significant.
the hills behind my house behold the simplest yet most wonderful representation of God’s grace, strength, blessings, artistry, and astounding wonder. for years and years my house has been my home. for years and years those hills have sheltered my community. all i needed to do was use the legs which take me places and carry myself to the top where the sun could be seen setting and rising and the green places appeared the most vibrant. the journey was bliss from the base to the heights. those hills, an obvious gem hidden to my vision which had been clearly clouded by lack of gratitude. oh Jesus i love you. you make every single thing such a wonder.