There was not a cloud in the Missouri sky of soft baby blue on this Monday morning. A crisp fall breeze refreshed my face like a fan of nature turned on low. God had certainly turned on His lights on this side of planet earth. Water streaming over gray rocks created a sound of leisure and distraction from anything man would offend with his obnoxious machines. What an awesome God to have given us such beauty from chaos of pre-creation.
The autumn leaves dare the artist to attempt to copy their color. They blend into a canvas of landscape that owns no frame. Each tree is distinct, needed as a contribution the Ozark picture. One must look past the people, cars, buildings and billboards to appreciate the ancient surroundings that a century before were walked or ridden through on horseback. What a creative God to bless our eyes and senses with consistent lovely scenes.
We are all visitors, pilgrims and even witnesses to this land God made. We may hold a temporary deed but He reserves eternal ownership. His name is all over the mountains, lakes and foliage. Pause, breathe it in, catch your eye full and be thankful. Sit on the ledge of a rock, contemplate, meditate, drink in through the senses god gave you. Look in your corner of that poetic, artistic workmanship and see indelibly the eternal name of God.
Larry D. Sparks
Branson, Fall 2008
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