Spectacle of Magnificence

I wrote this as a description of the afternoon sun on the trip to Fine Arts on Tuesday. It's not very good, but there's not much else to write about.

Looking through a piece of glass, my weak, human eyes might be soon blinded. The spectacle lying over the humble (and seemingly bowing in awe) countryside is a feat only accomplishable through the fingers of an Artificer beyond our miniscule comprehension. These sacred beams truly imply an even more sacred-a holy-maker, one who fills every inch of all the universe, yet takes time to make beautiful pictures for wretched worms as us. The softly glowing clouds, surrounding the star God gave us, absorb and then meekly project His Glory. This is what some of those worms might affect when they allow His Light into their dark, stormy, gloomy hearts. The Sun gives its joyful rays to the earth without holding back, letting us take the opportunity to wallow in and share the happiness. The equality of this is God blessing us seemingly to no end, as He often does to those who humbly surrender their hearts and wills to His.

P.S.~Happy Saint Patrick's Day! (The green stands for the Catholics in southern Ireland, and the orange stands for the Protestants in the North.)