The Beginning

     It's March and Spring is showing off!  The array of colorful tulips are dotting flower beds,  The beautiful yellow buttercups and daffodils,  touched with tones of yellow, orange, and white, have almost disappeared.   Pink, red, and white azaleas are beginning to show their colors.  The trees are budding, preparing for their new window dressings.   
     When God created this great universe, He lovingly gave us so many wonders to see every day. 
     The seasons are given special creative touches.  I recognize Summer when I feel the warmth grow hotter, yet I enjoy the butterflies donned with hairstreaks of black, yellow, and emperor purple.  I enjoy the bluebirds, busily feeding their off springs.  I am in awe when Fall follows, and the trees give out a host of oranges, reds, and yellow just before losing their colorful clothing, followed by Winter which shows off a silhouette of bare branches beneath a clear blue sky. 
     There is no way I can began to describe the natural beauty that the Creator gave us when He formed this world or even the daily, loving tender care the Gardener performs daily.  Not only does He continue to care for His creation through the weather changes with refreshing rains, summer droughts, and winter snows, but He cares for me.  He prunes me daily, preparing me for His work.  It is up to me to love Him back, do a work for Him, put on my coat of many colors - spread my wings and fly.  

The Beginning

The canvas was blank, void of any light,

Then the artist covered it with a frosting of white.

He added colors; some orange, green, and blue;

From there, the picture grew.

 

 Behold! The division between earth and sky-

It was going to be a masterpiece for the human eye.

There were lakes, rivers, seas, and ocean,

And the waves rose up in motion.

 

The earth was filled with grass and trees;

All as beautiful as the great blue seas.

The canvas was splashed in colors of every hue;

There was day and night, yet He wasn't through.

 

He stroked in the stars, the moon, and the sun,

But still He was not done.

The artist's hands added life of every form;

There were seasons. both cold and warm.

 

In His touch beauty sprang forth

From the east, west, south and the north.

This was a picture interwoven from His heart and soul.

 

Nothing was He going to withhold.

He painted sunrays, moonbeams, and stars shining bright.

He painted and stroked to make it just right;

This masterpiece, He was painting with love-

Giving all life would be unworthy of.

 

A piece of art created by the Master's hand;

A canvas covered with all He had planned.

                                                                          Mary Crisp Jameson

"And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day."  Geneses 1:31