Creativity to Creativity

How this pen and paper intrigues the wondering mind. Majestic trees authored by the hand of God, now whittled down to little more than a remarkably thin and flimsy platform of expression. Creativity to creativity. I could peel away the bark and discover, to utter disgust, a dozen crawling species of varying brilliance and size. My initial reaction would be natural: twitching in fear of hidden entities finding ways to travel under my skin. Vanity and a reverence for sterility would necessarily neglect the strange beauty and awe of the balance revealed in these unseen communities. They call it ecosystems and evolution, claiming survival of the fittest; secular to religious, civilization bonds in these basics. But there is not one hidden creature that does not stand in the glory. Sewn and woven into a harmonious rhythm, a rhythm revealed in the seemingly trivial and unnoticed utterances of life. Even the weeds find purpose in the terra cotta pot, if only to create a healthy struggle and sanctification for the weakling seeds and the inpatient gardener. This chickenscratch offers little beauty in comparison to the calligraphy that makes up the very essence, nature, and foundation of the material world. That He could grant me the literacy to read his love letter, penned on all that is visible to these blind eyes.