Beauty Is All Around
September 23, 2010
I sit and listen to the call of the whippoorwill late in the evening.
Some say it has a lonesome sound, but to me it is beautiful –
Bringing back memories of days when I was a boy in the country –
Sitting on the front porch of the old cabin we called home.
I hear the cooing of the mourning dove early in the morning –
And looking around, I am not disappointed to quickly spot –
It and its mate as they stroll in the grass nearby, oblivious of me.
Ah, you see, if you will just observe, there is beauty all around.
A mockingbird or two chases away a frustrated old crow –
Diving at it from above, the message is given without mistake –
It is not welcome near the nests where their eggs are waiting –
With delightful skill, they later thrill me with their songs.
There is beauty all around, waiting for those who will observe.
God in His wisdom has provided such pleasures for you and me –
The starry night, the fleecy clouds, even the gently falling rain.
God took delight in all He made, and He saw that it was good.
Even in the city, God has surprises for those who will look –
For they are populated with people from all walks of life.
Some are tall, others are short, and no two are exactly alike –
God has made them all beautiful in their own special way.