Unseen Beauty (by Timm)

A sea of color stretches
Between two majestic mountain peaks
Delicate blooms whose short life
Are brought forth by the summer’s warmth
In awe I gaze, perhaps the only to behold
Since the trail I take is rarely trod
Mixed with the sight my vision
Is tinted with sadness – a note of futility
Such a sight perhaps only I
Will ever get to see
It seems a waste of such mammoth proportions
And to God I cry – why?

Wind sweeps down from a snowy pass
As a cloud shadows my path
I strain to hear perhaps a voice
But only joy do I perceive
Joy? Snort I in disgust
Why would there be such a sense
From my masters heart?
Doesn’t He know of this incredible waste
That has somehow escaped his plan
Now laid out in this alpine realm?
But only joy do I sense.

Butterflies flutter in their feeding dance
As they ride the streams of wind
A gentle buzz seems to emanate
From everywhere the flowers nod
On the verge of tears I succumb
To the joy that only I will ever know
I drink deeply from the well before me
Filling my soul with that beauty that heals
I forget my complaints and mortal’s thoughts
I am there and nowhere else.

When eventually I wandered out
As the sun began to set
The thoughts returned to my mind
But not with the same pain
Somehow I realized that it was not
A waste as I had protested
Humbled I realize the gift shared not by one
But by two – the master and I
His joy was in my delight
as a parent with his beloved child
And in a way, I saw as He did
The master and His creation
I was a part of the greater canvas
And his joy was in beholding us all.