I am trying to make some sense of the past few weeks , as if by making sense of them I can then make sense of this Journey of mine. You see , as a matter of faith I do believe we are purposefully created, the Bible says we were created to do good works ...the bible also says that God dwells in us and He has placed Eternity in our hearts.

It is no surprise then that so many people have spent their lives looking for the meaning of life. Instinct lively we know that we are part of this great epic work of God. We are like a child lost in a corn maize From His perspective high above there is a clear way out ...we simply cannot see it.

Does anyone ever fully understand His works ? The playwright says some poets and mystics do ..and I hope some photographers do as well .

Most people see wide varieties of subjects trees, buildings , butterflies ....Mystic's simply see abundant life ...we see life as singular not separate , we realize all we see is God Stuff ...rearranged in different packages ,... A poet see's life in the same way ... Poets and Photographers ,,,,we work with Metaphors and Symbols , we frame the whole expanse of creation into a composition that at once becomes a prison and a shock wave racing through the cosmos ...We know that life is too huge to embrace , so we take a portion of that life and embrace it ....lines and rhythm , color and syntax, depth of field and symbol. The poet focuses on the apex the crucial , the photographer the same. We take what the eye and the mind cannot grasp and hold and make it graspable and holdable ...Deep in our minds we know we are imperfectly trying to corral the perfect ...but it is , at least for me , a sincere desire to praise God and to thank Him that I persist in this art form.

The contrast of color and light , is no different than the sweet massage of rhyme and meter.

By serving art we serve the source of art ..we serve the one who by His words sent all into being , who gave us color and language , who gave us diversity for all our senses to enjoy...Its late I have almost come to the time of day where I can no longer trust mt thoughts , tomorrow I plan to see if this was an Epiphany given in Grace , or a rambling forced by Antihistamines and strong coffee