"Blinding heat divides day from night,
Brands short shadows into fecund soil.
Green tendrils, heavy with beans,
Coil around rustic bamboo racks.
Violet flowers gape erotically among velvet leaves:
A single gourd contains the entire world's dream."
I often wonder what God's dream is for us. When things are going well, it seems so simple and clear. When shadows fall and dark pain steals in, I don't remember that God and His plans are unaffected by the cares of this world. Because of that, it's even more vital to seek a connection with Him. I've heard that nature is the art of God, but I often wonder instead if we are the art and nature is His medium.
Brands short shadows into fecund soil.
Green tendrils, heavy with beans,
Coil around rustic bamboo racks.
Violet flowers gape erotically among velvet leaves:
A single gourd contains the entire world's dream."
I often wonder what God's dream is for us. When things are going well, it seems so simple and clear. When shadows fall and dark pain steals in, I don't remember that God and His plans are unaffected by the cares of this world. Because of that, it's even more vital to seek a connection with Him. I've heard that nature is the art of God, but I often wonder instead if we are the art and nature is His medium.
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