I looked about the cabin, concerned that everyone else aboard the flight was beholding the beauty just beyond our wings. Sadly, the passengers about buried in books or devices, adrift with sleeping masks and shuttered windows, oblivious to the glory show were uniquely privy to. I turned back to the clouds, unwilling to let it go unseen.
Tag: wonder
We exist amidst a living exhibition and the original Artist is in endless attendance.
We look to the Marys’ story and we find three the three ‘ings’ of insight…