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How Small is Your Picture?
(Yeah, I know . . . a poem shouldn't need an intro. But this one has an intro)
I remember riding up to the ski hill on one of those ridiculously bright spring mornings…and marveling at the random burst of light and color flashing from individual snowflakes beside the road.
At that time of year, each snowflake goes through a metamorphosis as it melts a little each day and then refreezes again at night. The process slowly transforms each well defined crystal lattice into a series of more cubic shapes . . . until one day, just before they flow away for some other purpose, each snowflake does one last performance as a light-refracting prismatic lens.
This morning’s light show was so bright, it hurt to watch. Like a mountainside of miniature high intensity flash bulbs powered by a distant Sun. It made me wonder at the perfectly random order of God’s Creation. And it made me smile to think that every couple of times a year, the perfect conditions could turn snowflakes . . . into diamonds.
This is my Video-book about God. It is born out of much pain, much loss, more mistakes than I can remember, and a firsthand encounter with the Creator of the Universe who calls out to anyone who is willing to sit up and listen.
(excerpt from ADRIFT, below)
A splinter of sunlight explodes in a snowflake, eight minutes at lightspeed, in your eyes is spent.
A flash of perfection is lost in an instant, It's brief life betraying the Master's intent.
To store up each one as a gift from the Father, would soon show the limit of what we believe.
But each spectral flash is a piercing reminder, of how small our picture
of God’s love can be.
Yours truly. Late 1900's. If you're of the snowboard
persuasion, I'm working on that story here.
Photo: Mark Gallup
ADRIFT (My journey back to the Creator)
Floating on an inner tube at the beach when I was a boy; staring up at the sky with the sun warming my face and the still water cooling my fingers and toes. I had everything to daydream about and nothing to fear. Because if I was drifting away from shore I would have felt the water moving through my fingers, right?
Twenty minutes later my daydreaming was interrupted by someone faintly whispering my name. I sat up and realized the person “whispering my name” was actually yelling to me from the shore that was now almost out of view.
