Creative Writing for the Creator

Here I am, outdoors… soaking the warmth and the brightness of the descending sun and the soothing caress of this breeze… A gusty wind sweeps the tree branches and bushes, as ocean waves crashing on sandy shores… till it all holds still for a few suspended moments… and the gentle breeze blows again… Golden strands of my hair shimmer and dance… Above, a canopy of white disheveled clouds, carried away against the blue canvas of the sky… The wind now seems to be the only sound I hear, brisk white noise that soothes and permeates all… God speaks with the voice of the wind, infusing His creation with His healing presence. Holy Creator, Supreme Inspirator of poets, painters, musicians, et al.! As for me, Thine writer-in-awe,  though these words I can’t contain now flow, oh, that I might remain forever here,  in mere contemplation,  delighting myself in Thee!   Romans 1:20 For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, bein...