“Thank you, Nita!”
We are beings who crave beauty
Beauty is seen in any glimmer of truth and perfection.
Anything that bears a molecule of God’s integrity,
Wholeness and completeness shines
With the beauty of His glory.
We love the sound of a lone flute
Quietly inviting us to worship,
Yet we s q u i r m with embarrassed irritation
When the soprano warbles out of tune.
We love beauty.
It is formed in us by the distant memory of Eden
And the keen anticipation of heaven