Steam rises over frost and sun,
An abandoned web sings softly,
While light and shade quarrel and dance.
Steam rises over a full cup,
A Bible waits on the table,
Open faced and ready to breathe.
Two squirrels with fluffy winter tails,
Run along the top of a fence,
While geese fly near unseen but heard.
Torn between glorious windows,
His creation and Holy Word,
A pen breaks out with thanksgiving.
Behind the Poetry
Two windows and more poetry:
He sends out his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
he scatters frost like ashes.
He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs;
who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them;
he makes his wind blow and the waters flow.
(Psalm 147:15-18 ESV)
These two windows leave us without an excuse:
For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth.
For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.
For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. (Romans 1:18-21 ESV)
May all who are in His Light open these windows with thanksgiving and praise.