We are pilgrims, questing beauty. We are worshippers, seeking the Master in His handiwork. We are redeemed rebels, longing for a deeper taste of the goodness we have received.
And so we look,
High and low,
Delighted by nook and cranny’s treasure,
Revelling,
Breathing full,
Drinking deep from the river of His delights.
This is our joy—this trek into mercy, this searching for ever-greater height and depth, this urge to keep going till we find a view. Grace makes it possible.
So we search, further in, further up, further out of ourselves. We listen, and hear creation’s anthem. 
And our hearts hum along.
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