I love the readings from Isaiah during Advent.
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of the messenger who announces peace…. Isaiah 52
In Kansas City, it’s been less than beautiful. We’ve had cloudy skies and wet drizzle or rain for … whew…weeks now. No one on our street got their leaves picked up in time for the last fall refuse pickup. Too wet. Leaves clog the gutters, the yards, the bushes next to the house. Wet, soggy, oak leaves.
In the spring, when the oaks on our street leaf out, it’s like driving down a tunnel of new. New green, fresh wind. In the winter, not so much. But then, we’re short of mountains in this part of the country.
However, we may get the first snowfall of the season tonight. At least three inches is predicted. That will be beautiful. And if the wind isn’t raw and the cold not too fierce, we’ll pile into boots and coats and walk down the empty street.
Sometimes it’s hard to see beauty when the times are bleak, the skies overcast, the streets soggy with leaves. And yet…and yet. Isn’t there something about beauty being in the eye of the beholder?
We can see beauty everyday, regardless of the season, if we pay attention, avoid getting lost in our head’s to-do list. Sometimes it’s brief, like a baby squirrel dashing to safety at the curb. Or a leaf, drifting lazily on the wind. Sometimes it’s in another’s face as they express surprise or delight. Sometimes, the beauty is simply waking each day to gingerly begin again.
Holy One, help us be awake, aware to the beauty of life all around us. Help our eyes brighten at the small surprises, the small beauties of life. Help us remember we are beautiful and a miracle each day as we begin again.