I see You in the beautiful, the precious, the peaceful.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father. James 1:17
A man pounding the stake back in during the fierce storm, without even being asked.
The children laughing, running about the field, catching the penny toads, then fireflies, always kindling.
The ducks begging quack as they follow the little ones around.
The way the camp fire’s flames lick blue, the embers smolder red hot, the smoke rises its thoughts to heaven.
I’m sure thoughts of thanksgiving, for our sacrifice, our warmth, our enjoyment.
The talking, the offering up of our friendship to each other over hot dogs, hot fires and smores.
Another neighbor man untangling, restringing the fishing pole, retying the bate, the bobber for the glad young boy.
The young one asked, “Where is God?”
The middle one said that she did something for someone else, but said how it was unimportant.
The older wise one said, “If you do it to the least of these you’re doing it to Jesus.”
The middle one smiled. The other heads bobbed. My minds eye trying to take it all in.
And the smoke rises offerings of bread to ducks, the painful putting back of the penny toads to their original home, the cuddling of the littlest one shivering at night by the big sister.
Offerings of sacrifice, of love, of gratitude.
Over all You’ve made so beautiful.
Over the crickets symphonies of white noise, so lovely, singing me to sleep.
The precious faces sun kissed and peaceful as they sleep side-by-side in the tent.
My hearts warmth rises to Your footstool, like the smoke, my offering not visible, except by You.
Our Creator of every good and precious gift
Our Creator of every good and precious gift
You, who’s very creation reveals You, reflects You and unveils You.
Your beauty so obvious, Your love so warm, Your peaceful and precious wrapped in what an eye can behold and the hand can touch.
So they waddle away, hop away and we pack up
And the fire dies away leaving the embers that smolder and the smoke…
The smoke that speaks
