The thought of it makes it all connect into something beautiful, something that connects finally lets you have some sort of grip upon. This little grip is breathing so much life into your very own being. What gives? What helps? As you step out for a walk out the door and into a fresh new ground that smells of the wetness from the rain. As the cool breeze makes its way into your nose and hair it reminds you to just, relax. On days like these don’t seem to have much excitement, yes of course not on the outside but in the inside of your mind it is like parade that is coming through a desert place that seems to entertain your simple mind. Many colors that seem to only come together in events like this, People’s faces and movements are strange but yet once you begin to see as to why they do what they do there is depth and it is ever so meaningful, almost somewhat beautiful. Go take a walk you suggest, only to release yourself from the thoughts of the day, yes that is the first thought. But as you tend to walk farther and away from the original trail you wonder down a trail that is over grown with brush and leaves that takes you into a deeper wood of imagination and delight. You step one foot in front of the other. You slowly trust your eyes to keep going in deeper, you stay on the trail of course. You take your eyes off the path and point them straight right up towards the sky. Your eyes begin to wonder. You look around seasons are changing from summer to fall right before you eyes. You get that warm feeling that this home is a home away from home. You’re comfortable but yet so out of reach of anyone or anything familiar. The openness of the environment becomes your mind and heart. Sensitive to sound, all movement, a touch, and emotion. All of yourself becomes a box awaiting to fill with a treasure that will be sealed and kept safe from rust, mold, and corrosion. The flood of what comes out of this whole thing is traveling from your mind right to the very depths of your heart. What you see now becomes something you feel. It isn’t beautiful because its screaming “beauty!” but its beautiful because it makes you feel beautiful. How can one small person ever be worth looking up to something/someone so beautiful, so perfect, so huge, as you hold your breath in for a gasp or sigh of air, the words… breath taking, spill out ever so naturally. There are so many people in the world and you feel like you’re the only one who has taken this moment for what it really is at that momen
t… indescribable. Every thing is beautiful in its exact spot. How in the world could he ever make something so beautiful for you to enjoy. You only speak because HE spoke first. YOU only breathe because G-D has breathed HIS VERY OWN breath into you. YOU are Poor and needy but G-D still thinks upon YOU. This is no book, no teaching, no tall tail, this is the shock wave that brings you to your very knees. Tears fall like rain from your eyes down your cheek slowly making its way off your face dropping suddenly to your feet. The washing of feet with the sinner’s tears comes finally alive and very very real. It is the only worthy emotion to show him. The emotion of “THANK YOU”, and “WHAT A BEAUITFUL GOD, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL GOD THERE MUST”. Days yes change to weeks, weeks into months, months into years, summer to fall, fall to winter, winter to spring, and again spring right back to summer. I might change locations, and my feelings do change no doubt. But for once… G-D you do not change. Neither does your beautiful perfection. Since feelings change G-D and you do not, forever your creation will declare the beauty of your glory. I will be forever be able to see it from afar who you are and how much of your goodness is painted across the universe. Here is my heart Lord take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above. 
Psalm 50:7-15
