God's Paint Brush
No words or art can do full justice to God’s sun, mountains, forests, prairies, or oceans.
Mortals try to capture it. Some come mighty close, but the glorious majestic feelings that surround us
conjured up by the ultimate master far surpasses anything we can duplicate or describe.
Photographs are flat representation. Nothing can bring the feelings of awe to the surface
As quickly as the real deal. When we really look at what has been created for us to
Admire and enjoy, natural appreciative feelings spring out
Of us in all kinds of directions.
Feelings we cannot name
With justice. God’s world
Must be lived and felt
As it unfolds in front of us
To be fully appreciated.
Some of us aspire to
Describe or capture
The reverence and
awe, but neither
can be replicated
or duplicated
By a mere
Mortal.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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