crags & clay

"for beauty is simply reality, seen with eyes of love."

My folksy music taste has me currently appreciating the band called Gungor.

Their song, Crags and Clay, has recently been played repetitively.

Have a listen & a read:

Crags & Clay

Standing up from crags and clay, the peaks of Earth in full display.

They break the lines that break the sky, that's full of life.

The chaos of creation's dance: a tapestry, a symphony

Of life himself. Of love herself.

It's written in our very skin.

All praises to the one who made it all

All praises to the one who made it all and finds it beautiful.

Soil is spilling life to life; stars are born to fill the night.

The ocean's score, the majesty, of sculpted shore. Mystery.

All praises to the one who made it all and finds it beautiful.

Fearfully and

wonderfully and

beautifully made.

"They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the clay creation. A monsoon of love swelled up within Him.

He had died for the creation before He had made him.

God’s form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one. The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks freshened. A finger moved. An eye opened.

But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of the spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped!

Perhaps it was the wind who said it first. Perhaps what the star saw at that moment is what has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper:

“It looks like… it appears so much like… it is Him!”

The angel wasn’t speaking of the face, the features, or the body. He was looking inside, at the soul.

“It’s eternal!” gasped another.

Within the man, God had planted a divine seed. A seed of His self. The God of might had created earth’s mightiest. The Creator had created, not a creature, but another creator. And the One who had chosen to love had created the one who could love in return."

-Max Lucado-