The wind rustling through the air.
The sun creeping to far away places.
The clouds drifting through the air - a constantly changing picture on the sky's canvas
The grass blowing in the wind
The birds joining into the conversation.
The conversation of creation that surrounds us constantly - from the large to the very small.
This is just the surface, it barely scratches all that is there.
Yet, we can't take it all in, we can't hold it all - the amazement, the wonder it slips through our hands
The conversation of love and sustenance
You didn't need to say much more.
But you chose to step in to bring love beyond what constantly surrounds
what we've grown so accustomed to
that we stopped listening.
You took on the simplicity, the regularity of our humanity and you added another element
an element of love.
It started as a baby cry piercing the night,
the laughter of a little child,
the deep breaths of a man hard at work creating, building.
The cries, the tears of loss.
The rejection of acquaintances, friends, those closet to you.
You were whipped, spat upon and through it all you choose to say,
"Father forgive them."
In the commonness of everyday man
you chose to come and share the story of the uncreated One
- the story of love-
every step of the way,
the crescendo of acceptance,
arms opened wide.
Amazing Creator of both big and small
for taking the time to show us your hands aren't too large
to hold our very small.