Thoughts While Creating
The Book of Roses - Chapter 10
Watch as the frost glitters on the petals of the blue roses.
The mist sits high on the mountain tops. Snow geese cross the clearing sky. Here, above everything, mountains and pine trees poke their tops through the clouds. A fresh snow has coated the tundra and lent its beautiful white color to nature’s canvas.
Let your imagination go, let it travel to places like this; where the glory of God is fulfilled through the paintbrush of nature. Feel the crispness of the moment in which you cannot help but be present. Cold air fills your being as your spirit runs free.
The first winter frost has come to cover the petals of the blue roses freezing them in this moment of beauty. It will hold them in its frozen hands until the warming sun arrives and they are once again released to the coming spring.