Yesterday, I drove by a row of trees that were alive with purple blossoms. Two days before, there were no purple blossoms. And then there were. We say things like, “Yeah, they came out overnight, because of the heat.” But came out of what? And how? And who dressed them in purple and taught them to dance in the wind?
“[F]orbid that I should look today upon the work of Thy hands and give no thought to Thee the Maker. . . . Let every fleeting loveliness I see speak to me of a loveliness that does not fade.” John Baillee
“[P]erfect in beauty, God shines forth.” Psalm 50:2