The glowing grandeur of dawn’s sunrise initiating a new day . . . the fading splendor of twilight’s sunset declaring its finale . . . regal magnum opus masterpieces of our Creator.
No two are ever replicated. No one can deny their magnificence. And, somewhere beyond the horizon, they mysteriously merge . . . ‘maxi-majesties’ validating my need to Keep Looking Up.
Such were my thoughts watching the sun slip below the Talkeetna Range this evening. Then, reflecting back on yet another blessed day, a ‘mini-majesty’ came to mind, witnessed by Looking Down.
Fireweed, daisies and bluets, an Alaskan ‘mini majesty’ bouquet . . . same omnipotent Creator . . . different epic venue. Couldn’t help but ponder if such ‘mini-majesties’ inspired the Scripture:
“See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” – Matthew 6:28
Keep Looking Up