Gods Creation

As I left the house this morning I was constantly reminded of how wondrous God is. He is not just in the big things but in the small details.

There is a low mist over the fields outside my house but a bright refreshing sun is ripping through this veil. Pheasants and ducks are sitting on the green crying their joy at this beautiful morning, and in the distance I can hear woodpeckers beginning their morning labours.

Late daffodils are still pushing through the sod and bring to mind poetry of Wordsworth. How great is our God in the details?

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
-- William Wordsworth


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