by Carolyn Venema
Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. (Luke 12:27)
. . . to stand in awe, immersed in creation— the softest breeze and warmest sun,
the smallest beetle and buttercups—
in simple acceptance
of the beauty you created, made to reflect your own dense layers of loveliness.
You uncover your face, like this,
simply to show us —to tell us—
to help us understand, with your eyes,
and your heart,
the depth of your own beauty
for us, for all things, lovingly crafted.
Is it your hope that through you we will also see our own loveliness,
a reflection of the divine within?
For this gift of simple beauty, we give such profound
and simple thanks.
We are always standing on holy ground.
Carolyn Venema works in the Ministry of Education in Toronto, Ontario. She’s an educator and lifelong learner at heart, and parent to two grown children with whom she has shared many moments of laughter and prayer. She delights in being out- doors, and in gardening in particular.