The sky here compels me. I cannot easily turn away. All is still this morning, and the junipers and pinons are quiet. Last night they danced furiously as the wind blew sheets of snow around their feet. Today the deep night blue mountains in the distance are not yet caught up in the sunlight because a thin dusting of cloud covers most of the gray blue sky. Between the hunkering bushes, the snow lies white or what seems like white to my non-artist eye.
This is enough. God, did you make this all in order to show off? Like riding your bicycle past my window with no hands? I think perhaps you are saying, "If this doesn't get your attention and admiration, I don't know what will!"
This is no dandelion crushed in the hands of a loving child. This is no box of chocolates. This is the real deal.
I have a hard time praying. I always have. But there are tears in my eyes at the wonder of this creation. Will this do for now?
