If the good bits of this world are a work of art,
Then the Artist never overstates his case.
Leaves it for the eye of the beholder.
What will we see, what will we perceive?
He creates a cloud and leaves it in the sky,
Unique and mottled, sporting shade and depth.
He makes a wave on the sea without a descriptive strapline,
A tree waving to us in the morning breeze,
So we are free to interpret each offering.
To experience it, to absorb it, to wonder.
To see a butterfly and feel uplifted.
To run through the rain and feel alive.
To look for sunshine and feel the tingling chill of Autumn.
To walk down a country lane and tune into the quiet.
To stride through a city and see the face of God in each harried passer-by.
Not prescriptive, the Artist open handed.
The universe a wondrous message,
A subtle and elaborate signature,
A masterpiece waiting to be discovered.
Offered so that we might pause,
And tune in, and sense a different Presence.