This morning, the stark branches were black against a multi-colored sky, like an Artist's palette where the paints are dabbled together.
"Some people, in order to discover God, read books. But there is a great book, the very appearance of created things. Look above you! Look below you! Note it. Read it. God, whom you want to discover, never wrote that book with ink. Instead God set before your eyes the things that God had made. Can you ask for a louder voice than that?"
Augustine of Hippo, 5th century
The beauty was different, though the old tree was the same. It's all a matter of perspective. It's a lesson to take into my day today. I think Augustine had it right: God didn't write the book with ink. The world is His canvas, if only I open my heart and eyes.
"Everything is a parable that God is speaking to us, the art of life is to get the message."
Chester Elijah Branch, 21st century