Walking a gray Saturday afternoon.

Feet on ice, with eyes on flying geese.

Commonplace?

Footsteps into woods,

on the silent trail of deer.

Usual?

Eyes fixed on silent gray aspens.

east wind rocking their slender tops.

No other sound.

All this… Mundane?

Gnarly Burr Oak upright on a steep slope,

deeply rooted, solid, gravity defied.

Routine?

Eyes on ice glazing plants.

Coatings of crystal, delicate beauty

of frozen water.

Nothing ordinary, not gray sky, not common geese or footprints of deer.

Nothing ordinary, not Aspen trees or solitary Burr Oak.

Ice glazed plants? Ordinary? Look, see.

God did this.

“He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” Colossians1:17

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