If I were to write of the
beauty of the desert,
I would start with the
colors of the rocks,
The sculptures of the hills,
and the designs of the plains.
However, I may begin this
ode with the flowers of the many plants.
The vibrant and delicate
loveliness of each petal is worthy of first award.
Even its smell is delicate,
and fragile,
Drifting only briefly until
the sun steals it all.
Yet, the sun in the sky, the
living moon crossing, and the artistic cloud
May be my beginning.
For though they are separate
most of the time,
Proudly in display of their
own greatness,
When they join together as
one, there is no comparison in all of heaven
As to the magnificent
creation they become.
But the living wonders of
that which flows through the canyons,
Crosses the rocks, drops
over the plains, may be the worthiness of all else.
Perhaps this is where I
should begin.
Blue, green, white in
adornment,
The waters of the desert
bring all the glory of every creature,
Every creation together as
the greatest of all beauty in this place.
Without the springs of
living water, all else is not.
Without the drink, there is
nothing.
Without the refreshing,
there is no day,
And without the sustenance,
there can be no living.
Beauty and life is purchased
with the water that comes from above.
It flows throughout.
In the mercy, the choosing,
and the glory of the living water,
Life is abundant.
Beauty is in the life, and
even the desert bursts with beauty,
But life is in the living
water from above.
Now if I were to write about
that,
I wonder where I should
begin?
Selah 
Beauty Is In The Life by Ronhales Read: John 7:38