Comfort in Creation

In the beauty of Your handiwork, my worries cease, In Your creation’s embrace, I find my peace. Waves roll distant, world curves in a bow,Cloud layers high, beneath sky’s blue glow.Thunderclouds gather, as waters roar,On sandy shores, their songs they pour. Thunderclouds grumble, as waters play,On sandy shores, they greet the day. Birds soar high, laughter fills the air,Sand’s texture rough, beneath feet bare.Pelicans bob, on waves they ride,In colors vibrant, Your art applied. With eyes that unravel each color and hue,And ears that discern every sound that ensues.In the complexity of sight, a world unfolds,In the intricate web of sound, stories are told. To deny the Creator, a foolish notion,In the sunset’s beauty, where’s their devotion? The fool denies, yet in sunset’s grace,Where do they seek solace, in this vast space? In this beauty, Lord, Your essence I trace,For in Your creation, Your love I embrace. In this grandeur, Lord, Your presence I find,

For in every detail, Your glory’s defined. Yearning for days beneath Your sky so vast,

Gazing at stars, each a story cast.

In Your design, every detail refined,

Purpose and order in every kind. In splendor, birds soar under Your care,

Yet Your love for me, beyond compare.

All is Yours, yet You share endlessly,

How gracious You are, I love Thee.

Ben simon

3/17/24