The sun sets over the still, green-gray waters of the North Atlantic, sending rockets of pink and periwinkle ricocheting through the sky. A sea breeze envelops her face. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply, feels the sand sift through her toes.
She can’t help but wonder how this sunset would explode with glory if she – if all mankind – had never sinned, how all creation would embody the holiness of the Creator. She’s awed by unimaginable splendor.
A wave breaks along the shore.
She weeps. Not for the beauty before her, but for the beauty of God. Beauty, in creation, lost.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly…” (1 Corinthians 13:12)
Was this inspired by East Matunick? It's lovely.
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