Before the Crackle
This dry leaf was quiet. Humble. A whisper in the wind. Had I crushed it (accidentally or otherwise), it would have crackled into a thousand pieces and blown away without a word. But then I would have missed what it had to say. Y'know, that thing about how life is a treasure, about how an infinitely masterful design exists everywhere, in everything, at all times... and how death changes none of that. The Blueprint is all right there in plain sight.
©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Before the Crackle
This dry leaf was quiet. Humble. A whisper in the wind. Had I crushed it (accidentally or otherwise), it would have crackled into a thousand pieces and blown away without a word. But then I would have missed what it had to say. Y'know, that thing about how life is a treasure, about how an infinitely masterful design exists everywhere, in everything, at all times... and how death changes none of that. The Blueprint is all right there in plain sight.
©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
See photo in original gallery.
