God is a fabulous interior designer.
His color palate beauties the red dragonfly, decorates the yellow lantana, covers the blue sky and decks out your lovely freckled, tanish cheeks.
His scale is grand, yet intimate — the sun, a perfectly fine-tuned distance for life to thrive; the stars beyond our grasp yet in our sight; your fingers, just the right length to hold in mine.
God sets the gold standard for art.
His rhythms are found in a billion blades of green grass, a billion blue waves on the shore, a thousand glowing, self-organizing sand dunes, the even measure of your ever-present breath.
His transitions — take sea, shore, sand and rocky cliff — the sky! Your toes, you ankles, your knees and curving, lovely hips.
He is the master of the focal point — bright white moon, gold sun on clouds, tip of sugar pine, your gorgeous green eyes.
His balance is perfect, whorl of red rose, the even length of your tapered, tanned legs, the sparkling river, the white rapids, the black round-rocked shore.
He is great at line and form — the jut of your cute nose, the majestic summit of Everest, the rolling velds of South Africa, an Okapi’s hind legs.
Everyday we step out into an art circle tour.
Reality is the Louvre — times a billion.
We live and move and have our being within the ambit of his every morphing craft, his living, breathing, changing oeuvre.
I see it; I’m grateful.
Thrive! 