Beautiful Writing

There are times when the written word steals my breath.  I experienced one of those breathless moments this morning.  I have to share the words.

fortress of solitude

“Have you ever traveled to where snow is made,
    seen the vault where hail is stockpiled,
The arsenals of hail and snow that I keep in readiness
    for times of trouble and battle and war?
Can you find your way to where lightning is launched,
    or to the place from which the wind blows?
Who do you suppose carves canyons
    for the downpours of rain, and charts
    the route of thunderstorms
That bring water to unvisited fields,
    deserts no one ever lays eyes on,
Drenching the useless wastelands
    so they’re carpeted with wildflowers and grass?
And who do you think is the father of rain and dew,
    the mother of ice and frost?
You don’t for a minute imagine
    these marvels of weather just happen, do you?

The Book of Job, 38:21-30 from The Message

2 thoughts on “Beautiful Writing”

  1. I am thinking that this would be a fine book for me to revisit. Had spent much time with it once upon a time because of a deeply spiritual older shut-in lady — this was her most favorite book of the Bible, and I came to know her well enough to know why. Glad to have my memory jogged.

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