Post 20

I went to Lake Bonny Park for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes

I had a great experience at Lake Bonny and loved having the opportunity to do it. Walking around and being able to slow life down just a bit, made me realize all the beauty that is around me. As I walked around, I realized how much I take nature for granted. I have never actually taken the time to examine all the details and wonders that are just right outside my door. Just in the grass alone, I realized that there are so many different patterns and shapes and colors of blades of grass. And I just saw again the details of the grass point to a creator. I think that was the overall message I got from my time at the park, that truly there is a creator. And those who cannot see the world and notice its maker, there eyes have been blinded. I think all the poems we have been reading, especially the ones by Mary Oliver, that have a Christian undertone show his existence. Nature, with all of its details shows a complex world that has to have a designer who could create complex things. These were the things I was thinking about when I sat in silence. That time of stillness I feel brought me before the throne of God. And in those moments I saw the awe and wonder of his hand. When I looked around not only did I see this world, but a world that glorifies God’s magnificent hand from the very dirt or the ground, to the blue of the sky. In Mary Oliver’s poem The Messenger she says her work is loving the world. I believe that loving the world, starts when we acknowledge God. Since God is the creator, the only way to truly love the world, is through God first. Loving the world doesn’t just involve nature but also the people who live there.

For as free as the wind blows

My eyes will look up to the sky

With wild abandon, my heart cries

To the God, who buried all darkness

With one swift move of his hand

There was a light that came,

and nature was brought forth

So who am I to look away?

I sit still in the moment

Forcing my self to slow my spirit

To be in tune with His spirit

The spirit that runs rampade

It crosses oceans and lakes

And as it intertwines in the vines of flowers

It intercedes for our souls

So I will live my life with a stillness,

To see the world in this new light

To live, is to see, to see, is to stop

I will stop, so I may be unveiled from the darkness

Just as the world was, in order to see the light