I am watching the birds sitting on the wire and wonder, “What do you see?” The beauty of the world before you? The gift of being part of God’s creation? Having a conversation with God about the daily stuff of life? Or simple being?
Abandoned buildings, torn spiderwebs, the world falling apart. The end! Or is it the beginning? A threshold, a vision, a dream... “Behold, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up, do you not perceive it?” Isaiah 43:19
How do we transcend the cycles of violence while still living in them?What do we behold?