The Nature of Glory

so tender.

A patch of succulents on a walk | iPhone

A break

in the reign rain

of anything spoken

but Your name

below my stride

Heavenly ascension

of hopes and fears

on wings

where

sun and moon

refused to shine

diffusion of

November’s

celestial revolution

lying in

the Painter’s

splendor…

the nature

of

Glory

so tender.

- deborah t. hewitt

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Noisy humans everywhere. Chaos of hustle, burning rubber, clickety-clack over unseen kingdoms of God’s littlest creatures working to til soil, forage for Queens, and labor the day away. Day and night they work. Roots stretch, trees grow, worms glow, flowers sleep, lizards, birds, frogs and rodents catch June bugs and crickets. We ride on the backs of bees. Larger animals work in similar motion for their survival. Feathers of peacocks, and wings of butterflies are in perfect symmetry. The earth, a sublime landscape of God’s intricacy, intimacy, perfection and purpose. The Orb weaver spider wakes to eat her silky web, drinking in the dew of the morning. She rebuilds in the evening.

Firestorms and hurricanes, creatures scurrying, nature’s homes washed away, whole eco-systems changing under our sorrows. Flora and fauna evaporating into thin air.

As we fall, stretch and rise to hymns of grief, the tender earth and all it’s glory carries on with the weight of our stories, forgetting theirs.

Demanding nothing.

This is the nature of God’s glory and grace.

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"The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it" - Psalm 24:1

"Who may ascend the hill of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? He who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not lift up his soul to an idol or swear by what is false" - Psalm 24:4

My garden | Fuji-X

November 1st 2020