You are the vivid white petal of a cherry blossom,
the brilliant yellow of a hibiscus,
the deepest pink of a fuchsia bud,
the complex crimson of an open rose.
You are the fine, virgin down of a cygnet,
The fine dust of a clouded sulphur,
the shocking, blush of feathers of a flamingo,
the melodic trill of a cardinal.
You are the white-hot calidity of a Western summer,
The changing leaves of a Midwest fall,
The new growth of a Rocky Mountain spring,
And the winterberries of an Eastern Frost.
You are the Complex Creatior,
the Divine Designer,
the Radiant Arranger,
our Perfect Planner.
The heavens are telling the glory of God; they are a marvelous display of his craftsmanship. Day and night they keep on telling about God. Without a sound or word, silent in the skies, their message reaches out to all the world. The sun lives in the heavens where God placed it and moves out across the skies as radiant as a bridegroom going to his wedding, or as joyous as an athlete looking forward to a race! The sun crosses the heavens from end to end, and nothing can hide from its heat. (Psalm 19:1-6)
For those celebrating Eid al-Fitr, may you be blessed today.