Revelations through life's dichotomies

Strolling down the usual path
Knocked off and yearn a bath
Tired, worn out, stressed up
Droopy eyes for once lift up
Into the sky, a strange sight
A heavy heart with sudden delight

Since when the sky is there?
With a beautiful, persian blue
Since when the moon is so beautiful?
With such glow to behold
Since when the flowers bloom along the sidewalk?
They are sweet to the eyes
The greenery, the weeds, the wind
All came crashing on my senses
And ultimately my soul

Beauty has always been there
It’s only a matter of beholding
Let not the toils blind
Look out, look up
To beauty, to the Creator
“Thank you”, I whispered.

I look to the cross and thank Him for finishing the perfect work..

To remember day and night..

That I’m imperfect but am given the gifts of grace and righteousness through Christ.. Amen.

(Source: mpdrolet)