Your beauty transcends my understanding.
Every blade of grass is a work of art.
The simplicity of snow falling on a cold, winter morning
Is enough to open and convict my heart.
How is it that my eyes could have been blind
To a vision and a body large enough to hold the stars?
Pride and selfish wisdom left me looking everywhere
Except at you, stumbling around for answers in the dark.
Truth has a funny way of hiding itself
From those without the humility of a pure heart.
One man sees mere canvas and color,
Another, a masterful work of art.
Don’t hide your glorious sunsets from me.
Paint your presence across the night sky.
Give me new glasses so that I may always see
The beauty of the Divine.