A quiet, winter morning. Freshly fallen snow blankets the mesa, muffling my steps as I walk. All the cares and distractions of this world slip behind me, one by one, as though they don’t have permission to accompany me beyond the gate. What remains is a keen awareness of the Creator’s Presence, the Holy Spirit permeating every leaf, every twig, every blade of grass.
Spread out before me lies a field of diamonds and emeralds, sapphires and rubies. Every snowflake a prism refracting the light into a rainbow of colors. Details in texture, color, and form leap out to me with exceptional clarity. Lifeless, ancient junipers, shrouded in white, lie on the ground in quiet repose, their stories preserved in the rings of their years.
Words whisper within…All is well and all will be well.
A place where the thinnest gauze separates the temporal from the eternal.
The physical realm a mirror,
reflecting that which is eternal—
every bush, every tree, every rock, embodying God’s Spirit, His creative powers, His presence.
I see beauty in it all: life, the passage of time, death, eternity.
God’s love story written in creation.
Photo and poem by Michelle Beinke
Colorado Springs, CO