Aurora Borealis
PostPosted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 2:24 am
Tonight I looked up at the starry Alaskan sky to discover a wonderful surprise. The Aurora Borealis, Northern Lights, were casting a glorious display.
They were a dazzling flourescent green, dancing across the big dipper, slithering like a snake and yet falling up and down and up again; like rain forwards and backwards in time. Then, solid light spiking down to create dramatic flair.
Imagining such beauty is impossible. Even we, with our computer animation technology cannot possibly even hope to create such a beauty. For the movements are far to natural and random to animate. Oh, we do try, but the fact is even if we could get the movements to work, it would not have the same affect on the hearts and minds of people.
As I was looking up the cold wind blew at my whole body, but I did not mind because my mind had more important things to do. Focusing on the beautiful designs in the sky was my only interest, the wind hardly existed.
The slithering swirling lights had power. Power to light the imagination on fire. Power to stop the heart in its track. Power to make even the most sorrowful person smile.
The power of God, the sun and the Son; reminding us of his love and creative mind.
A mind more creative than any prominent group of artistic geniouses put together. A mind more willing to love than can be comprehended.
Why should He care that we too experience beauty?
And yet we are His masterpieces, however misshaped and colorless our hearts may seem He loves us even more than the beauty of the Aurora Borealis.
They were a dazzling flourescent green, dancing across the big dipper, slithering like a snake and yet falling up and down and up again; like rain forwards and backwards in time. Then, solid light spiking down to create dramatic flair.
Imagining such beauty is impossible. Even we, with our computer animation technology cannot possibly even hope to create such a beauty. For the movements are far to natural and random to animate. Oh, we do try, but the fact is even if we could get the movements to work, it would not have the same affect on the hearts and minds of people.
As I was looking up the cold wind blew at my whole body, but I did not mind because my mind had more important things to do. Focusing on the beautiful designs in the sky was my only interest, the wind hardly existed.
The slithering swirling lights had power. Power to light the imagination on fire. Power to stop the heart in its track. Power to make even the most sorrowful person smile.
The power of God, the sun and the Son; reminding us of his love and creative mind.
A mind more creative than any prominent group of artistic geniouses put together. A mind more willing to love than can be comprehended.
Why should He care that we too experience beauty?
And yet we are His masterpieces, however misshaped and colorless our hearts may seem He loves us even more than the beauty of the Aurora Borealis.