Beauty of Holiness

My eyes glassily reflect the auburn sky in its fire.

My innermost being exhales the crisp beauty that claustrophobically engulfs me.

Beaming rays of life sparkle heavily, exhilarating God's presence.

My tongue tastes the dark and sweet serenity enveloping my soul.

In my senses feel the beautified life.

My ears prickle with the stillness, a blanket of sky in the forest.

I hear the mountain's thoughts lingering within me.

My breath is grasped away from my throat by the power of these things before my body.

My lungs are again busting with the serenity of the valley.

Shadows rest upon the swaying clover softly caressing my skin.

The wind reveals its mystery to me as it forms what is unspoken.

Its presence liquefies me and shakes me to awe before my God.

There are no secrets to be revealed;

Only what I am to be secret.

I am open and free with my Creator.

I bask in what He made.



I am face down in the beauty of holiness.

Creation

Soft, rolling hills gently scream existence into the very souls of the people as they blanket the essence of the innermost things that people long to desire. Mankind begs for the delicate majesty that is portrayed by creation's advertised life of the soul. People painstakingly strive to grasp the obvious things that they are blind to in front of their own eyes. This creation is declared by it's compassionate flowers that dot the existence of placid grass that blows by the warm winds that engulf the air and surround a person's soul with the heavenly abilities able to be touched. Yet these things can be so easily handled are manipulated into their own beauty. People forget that they were actually made to have intimacy with the reality that they were created to encounter who God is. Who. God. Is. We were created to smell the very soul of the earth, the simple things of what it is made, and to feel the air about ourselves that is also as vital to us as what we believe. The vastness and simple complexities that make up the environment compatible of spiritual life itself when thought about in its full potential when largely considered, and when imagined puts every life in its perspective, but yet seems to give an air of inspiration that is not easily broken once realized. This inspiration makes the existence of breath feel alive and full of the things that our formed bodies could be. We were authored to bask in the surrounding and enveloping beauty that God's life proclaimed with His uppermost feeling and sanctuaries of His own heart. As our own hearts are opened from their lifeless state and their dead actuality, our souls can be opened to the things that draw us closer to God and the way we were made. If we all could walk in the steps we were created to, this world would have the existence life captured in the very breath of every heart and have given the vital expectancy that Christ intended it to have.