Give ThanksIt's a glorious world out there.I want to chase the wind along a pristine stretch of sand. At water's edge, I watch the tide rising squinting my eye into the farthest horizon where the sea splits to meet the sky. It's my best time for quiet reflection - to give thanks to the Lord, Creator of BEAUTY. I look at a child sleeping in his crib. his mother softly crooning a lullaby- how he smiles as he hugs his favorite toy. In some far tomorrow, I'll remember this image- and weep at how time can ravage youth's innocence. But for now I want to capture this moment- store it in my memory. I give thanks to the Lord, Creator of LIFE. I remember how I craved for riches and fame. heckled the Lord every minute. always with a sense of urgency- impatient for Him to grant my pleas. And if kept His silence, I would complain- as if my wish was His command! I listen to the sparrows chirping - How small and fragile they are- Yet they fly confident and fearless, no harm befalls them- not a wing is broken... I smell the daisies and the lilacs they grow through the seasons admired by all - He says: Child of the world, are not you of much more value than these? Still I fret and worry - fritter my life away in silly pleasures - spend hours in frivolous ways.. worship flawed images and idols that die... Life is His gift to me - He loved me to His death. I wake up to sing praises to the Lord. BEAUTY...LIFE...LOVE... He promises all these things and I shall give thanks. -----------------------© Jotte: November 5, 1998 edited: Aug. 23, 2001 |