Symphony Of Summer Praise
Struggling from the warmth of sleep, we feel the clear crisp air filled
with the knife-edge of frost. Our ears are serenaded by the songs of birds
as they greet the new day. Dew sprinkled flowers lift sparkling faces to the
God's finger draws cloud pictures in the blue morning sky. Angels, puppies
and ice cream cones fill our imaginations. Leaves dressed in their glorious
summer green, speak to us as a brisk breeze blows through the trees
foretelling a colder time yet to come.The smell of crisping bacon tantalizes
our taste buds. Dogs bark,children play and is the distance the sound of
mooing cows. Each distinct sound harmonizing into a summer symphony of
praise. As the chilly air begins to warm, we start to enjoy the peaceful,
pastoral scenes we have come to see. The road weaves a pattern through the
cornfields as a tapestry in the hands of a master weaver. Tassels on ears of
corn ripe and ready for picking are almost near enough to touch.
Barefoot children play in farmyards and run through fields ripe with the
colors of the rainbow. Red tomatoes, orange carrots, yellow squash,
blueberries, green beans and purple eggplant, all so fragrant and flavorful.
Sights fill our eyes with color and our nostrils with the smells of
anticipation. They are filling us with yearnings for tempting treats to
tease our palates with every taste.
Another mile, another miracle. A cow and her calf, a ewe and her lamb and a
mare with her colt. Babies struggling to stand on new wobbly legs,
stretching up to nurse. Some are older and stronger so they play chasing
butterflies and each other through fields filled with daises, buttercups and
Over a hill there is surprising, eye-catching splendor of an orchard. The
tree limbs bent low heavy with the tart, tangy apples ready to be picked to
pucker and please our lips waiting in anticipation. Peaches sweet and
succulent ready to fill a pie makers dream.Can you visualize leaves playing
tag along a sun-washed road? How about a brook playing leap-frog as it
splashes happily over sun dappled rocks? Can you see the ducks playing
follow-the-leader in a near by pond, as frogs sun themselves on fragrant
flower-filled lily pads? Oh, look! The sun is playing hide and seek with the
clouds. The clouds win!
Now it is raining. Raining on our sun-washed road. Raining on the orchards
and fields Life-giving, thirst-quenching rain. Enjoy the fresh, clean smell
of the earth being cleansed by the warm summer rain. Ribbons of water draw
pictures on our windshield. Children splash in the puddles. A brief shower
and then, the rainbow of God's promise. The rainbow joining all creation in
praise of it's Creator.
As God with His palette paints the vibrant colors of sunset, we search out
our favorite spot to watch windmills cut silhouettes against the last rays of
the setting sun, now, wrapped in a blanket of peace-filled stillness, we
watch the moon casting ghostly shadows through the trees. The smoldering
embers of our campfire glow as if sentinels of a sleeping city keeping watch
with us into the darkening hours and the end of the day. A day that has been
filled with the quiet yet exploding beauty of our Father's world. A day
filled with memories of a symphony of summer praise.
[ by Shirley Iaria (email@example.com) -- from 'CMI' ]
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