When I left college, I briefly moved back in with my parents, while I tried to find a job. There was a lake behind their house that I walked around every evening. The solitude and peace of those walks is what helped me get through the struggle of finding a job and then going to it every day. It wasn't a great job, but it paid the bills and it would set me up for dividends later. I had many encounters with nature during those walks that only served to strengthen my faith and admiration for God even more. The poem below is one of those encounters.
I used to go for walks at sunset around the lake behind our house. The sky was adorned in shades of the most magnificent blues, reds, oranges, and yellows. I would watch the sky change with the setting sun...the Son perfecting the picture on the canvas before me. Just before the sun would drop behind a line of trees on the horizon, I would make my way down the path to a little bridge at one end of the lake.
In the middle of the late there was a fountain, and from my vantage point the sun would set right behind it. I could see a thousand drops of water tossed in the air, passing before the light. Like tiny prisms they each captured a different color of sunset, and their dance looked like a falling rainbow. They would plummet to the lake below, becoming sparkling drops of pure white. So that the fountain was ringed in a shimmering circle of diamonds.
And if I listened long enough, I could hear the childish laughter that came from the drops as they were hurled through the air. The high-pitched, "Weeeeee!", followed by the excited, "Do it again!" I could help but smile at the Created dancing for the Creator.
