The Conversation of Creation

The wind rustling through the air.

The sun creeping to far away places.

 The clouds drifting - 
a constantly changing canvas.

 The grasses swaying in the wind.

The birds joining in. 

Sounds.

The conversation of creation 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

Surrounds.

You didn't need to say much more.

Actually anymore. 

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's cry piercing the night,  

then the laughter of a little child, 

to the deep breaths of a man
creating, building. 

It moved to the cries, 
the tears of loss. 

The rejection
 of acquaintances, friends, those closest 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.

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Amazing Creator of both big and small,

thank you 

for taking the time to show us your hands aren't too large

to hold our very small.

In Christ,