“One month is past, another is begun,
Since merry bells rang out the dying year,
And buds of rarest green began to peer,As if impatient for a warmer sun;
And though the distant hills are bleak and dun,
The virgin snowdrop like a lambert fire,
Pierces the cold earth with its green-streaked spire
And in dark woods, the wandering little one
May find a primrose.”
February 1st, 1842
While in Alaska, I was often in awe over the beauty that surrounded me. From the rocky mountains, to the lush forest, to the icy glacier fed creeks, it is all magnificent and so very different than what I typically see in the Midwest. I found myself thinking about how much God must have enjoyed creating it all.
It causes me to believe that God did not rushed through the creation of life in just 6 days. For just as I find joy in creating art, I know that God too finds great joy in creating. I believe that just like any master artist, God took His time enjoying each step of the process. He let His creativity run wild, and in artistic abandonment He formed Earth.
As the glacier at Kenai Fjords continues to recede, it leaves in it’s wake a desolate landscape of steep cliffs and jagged rocks. However, over time, plants do begin to grow, and Fireweed is one of the first plants to lay down roots.