Chapter-a-Day Psalm 65

Iowa_dawnFar and wide they’ll come to a stop, they’ll stare in awe, in wonder. Dawn and dusk take turns calling, "Come and worship."  Psalm 65:8 (MSG)

It is autumn. The mornings have grown dark and cold. The sun makes its escape early in the evenings when there is a crisp chill in the air. The fields are abuzz with activity as crops are harvested. Each day this week I’ve made a 45 mile commute to a client’s place of business. Each morning I’ve driven through the rolling Iowa hills and, late in the afternoon, I travel back.

The land changes. The tall, golden corn fused with a vanishing green hue is tipped with the red glow of the sunrise as I pass in the wee hours of sunrise. By nightfall, that same corn has been harvested. The land takes on a new dimension and texture. New scenery has unfolded. The deep, rich, brown earth seeps into the landscape through the broken stems as the waning sun blankets everything in warm gold.

Each day I stare in awe and wonder. Dawn and dusk call to me. "Come and worship the Master Artist who paints the panorama anew each morning and again each night."

Creative Commons photo courtesy of Flickr and Todd Ehlers.

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