Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The View Out My Window

I can see it from the kitchen where I'm working at the counter.
The light plays with the colors throughout the day.

So short-lived, temporal, passing, soon turning gray-brown, barren; the breathtaking beauty is but a shimmering mirage of forever.

Like a shadow, it slips from my fingers as I reach to grasp it.

I've learned. I gaze on it. I turn my mind to the One who made it... He stays.