Art and God and Details

After writing this, I feel mentally inebriated, worn out, like I’ve birthed something. So, I apologize for the lame title. I just don’t have any creativity left. I was gonna go with “God Is In the Details,” but however applicable, it seemed trite. It may not be incredibly polished or profound, but I’ll admit my…

Limitless

Oh who can tell the range of joyOr set the bounds of beauty?from “A Winter Blue Jay” by Sara Teasdale These two lines from a poem we read in Morning Time on Monday have been ringing in my ears all week. It tells the story of a couple out for a winter walk, admiring the…