For you shall go out in joy,
and be led back in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall burst into song,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
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The sparkly vision of an ancient prophet speaks of a dimension that seems to exist right here and now because it explodes like a fountain of water and light into a black and blue body of a sorrowful people. When writers and poets and makers of music and dancers and artists splash the glitter of their creativity into our lives, we are witnessing the presence of our Creator God. It is as if at the moment of our creation God embedded into our imagination a timed-release microchip when activated has the effect of flinging open a soul's window. A burst of air, a splash of color, a sound of trees and birds in close harmony. Our own ability to see and hear such things is a sign of our rootedness in the Creator of all things. Yesterday afternoon I spent some time with my dog on my lap and admiring the roots of a tree that had endured storms. And it gave me joy and peace. We are all deeply connected. We just have to learn to make those connections with great reverence. This is the unity of heaven and earth for which we so often pray.
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Creator of us all, you do amazing work! Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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