Sometimes I forget to look up.
I forget to be in awe of this beautiful world around me.
To be taken aback by Queen’s Lace on the side of the road
The smell of sweet flowers and fresh cut grass
The way the sun feels on my skin
And how beautiful the world looks when covered in its golden evening hue.
All of the sudden I am speechless.
Maybe all of this isn’t just a pretty picture.
Maybe it’s a message.
An opportunity for my ears to catch the faint whisper
Of the Creator’s Song
Still being sung since the beginning of time.
Maybe we were destined to notice.
To be alive and present in the Creator’s creation.
Maybe we weren’t supposed to miss it.
Perhaps the pull in my heart
The feeling I get after wasting my day inside
Consumed by technology
Consumed by myself
Perhaps it’s my heart longing for the Song
And perhaps id I weren’t so enamored in me
I wouldn’t miss Him.
Because He’s calling
In the flowers
Through the smells.
He’s as close as the warmth on my skin.
And I’m missing Him.
Because I refuse to look up.
I ignore the opportunity to connect.
I miss the invasion of Glory into everyday life.
All because I am consumed with me.
I must choose to look up.
I must choose to be present.
Because I don’t want to miss the moments
I just don’t want to miss it.