Psalm 66-69
“You (God) are like the wings of
a dove
covered with silver,
And its pinions with glistening
gold.”
68:13b
It is almost unfathomable that humans
can take 26 symbols, our alphabet, and combine them with our heart and soul and
come up with beauty such as this?
Beauty is one of the greatest gifts of God and one of the staunch
critics of the biological evolutionary theory.
“But soft! What light through
yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is
the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the
envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale
with grief…”
William
Shakespeare
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds to blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining
low,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
I’ve never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a
cloud
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weap
When leaves begin to die
Like me he’s lost the will to
live,
I’m so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
Hank
Williams
Beauty is a gift of incalculable
wisdom.
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