I wish I could write a Wisconsin Winter Symphony.
We would hear the hum of voices in the dining hall,
The chink of fork-on-plate,
The percussion of the class bell would wind throughout
With a steady crunch of feet on snow-covered sidewalks,
Amidst the crackle and dim roar of a blazing fire.
Heard across the blank spaces of the campus,
The lull of voices singing songs of praise.
The gentle rush of a cold wind.
"There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect."
Perhaps this is why we can find beauty in even the most derelict of things.
Words are merely simple syllables and sounds
And perfectly juxtaposed
A world of thoughts and emotions.
The perfect words are the ones that show us God.
Here is some perfection.
"You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you,
Because he trusts in you.
Trust in the Lord forever,
For the Lord God is an everlasting rock."
"Those who look to the Lord are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed."
"...we do not have a High Priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses,
But one who
In every respect
Has been tempted as we are,
Yet without sin.
Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace,
That we may receive mercy
And find grace to help in time of need."
Frost flowers on the Arctic Ocean.
I like to imagine that this is what penguins and polar bears give to their loved ones on Valentine's day and anniversaries.
"Forgive me my nonsense,
As I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense."
A handful of sand as seen through a microscope.
How God sees us.
It certainly changes how I see God.
"Forever is composed of nows."
Happy Friday my friends.