digging this poem out of the archives: my favorite bigger picture moment of the year.
happy birthday, bigger picture blogs.
On the seventh day He rested.
Did it take a toll,
the crafting of creation
universe-shaping
calling forth Something
out of Nothing?
Did You rest to show us How
Or was it Why?
To pause.
to revel in the work of Your Hands
to delight in the Good and the Very Good.
On the seventh day we rest, as well.
Babies and garden need tending still
but many hands make such care light.
we revel in the work of our hands
(and Yours)
We pause.
we tarry over breakfast:
eggs fresh, jam sweet, coffee hot.
we load bags and bikes and country-drive
the day is cool, path straight
through bridges high and forest green
rain falls softy, misting skin 'neath canopy of trees
Listen.
Baby giggles, silly songs
"faster, daddy, faster!"
wheels spin, pedals push
river rushes, muffling rafters' joyful cheers
Look.
Four wide eyes peer out from trailer window
sibling smiles spread to passers-by
mushrooms spiral trees and tiny
frogs play hopscotch in our path
Breathe.
Rhododendron and rain
perfume the air. inhale the quiet
drink deeply from the fountain of Rest
this recreation {re-creation!}
is Good
the very Shalom of God.
