How often, how easily, our view of beauty can be distorted. We grow to think that this or that is beautiful alone: straight, blond hair, red roses, health, paintings by masters, intelligence, the right shoes, whatever.
This is a way I can live counter to culture: to see Creator's beauty in the diversity of God's creation--in dirt and weeds and sick children and spider webs and sky and wrinkles and shadows and bare, brown feet with overgrown toenails...and all.
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
Praise him.
Praise him.
Praise him.
Praise him.
Praise him.
Praise him.
Praise him.
1 comment:
Kris - As well as not writing much, I haven't done much reading. So just now I was catching up on some of your posts.
I really appreciated this one. Great words and thoughts. I love how creative God was when He designed all that is and spoke it into being. Finding beauty in the places beauty may be overlooked is something I really value as well. How different this world would be if we all saw beauty in ashes.
Thanks for sharing!
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