Leaves are burnt of frost, trees are skeletons against grey skies. Grass is brittle, brown, bereft ... the bamboo chime plunks a cold note ... yet ... a feathered host bursts forth its myriad of melodies - separate, scattered, synchronized. A
kaleidoscope of melodic beauty transending desolate days. A beauty one cannot see, cannot touch, but taste and receive. A beauty one drinks in, and sighs at its satiety a beauty that lifts the soul and soars on wings of its song.
In the midst of death, in the midst of troubled times God is there.
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10 NIV
"He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and your rampart." Psalms 91:4 NIV
"A beauty one cannot see, cannot touch, but taste and receive."
Beautiful and oh so true! I love this! He really has been revealing to me how He is always there even when the tough times hit. Thank you for giving me a link to this! :)
Oh, yes, dear friend! This evokes such depth of feeling with its many wonderful images! I drank in with a sigh the encouragement this work brings! I love everything you write, Pat. The Lord has blessed you with such talent and such a loving, creative heart!
I commented on the other link but it bears repeating. Pat, this is superb. I cannot wait for Linda to read this. I let every phrase, every word sink in, I basked in it, and felt the warmth and confidence that finally came, that had to come. This is awesome. It truly is.