As I traveled down country roads yesterday to visit a friend, I was impressed by the landscape encased in ice. We had some rather nasty weather earlier in the day which froze to every surface it struck. The roads had been treated by the time I was traveling his way, so I did not need to focus carefully on my driving and could instead focus on the marvelous scene. I had the thought that my perception of the scenery would change based on mood. And so I thought of three proses: happy, sad, and contemplative in response:
Happy Perspective
Well, thank God they have cleared the roads. It would be a shame to concentrate on safe travel instead of this spectacular landscape. Nature, in an angsty fit this morning, encased the earth in glass. Man has removed her musing from our pathways, but left her beautiful kiss on nature untouched.
As I meander down country roads, my vision is unobscured by the distracting constructions of man. Only telephone lines, and the road, seem to bear any proof man has been through here. The grass has even been iced by this morning’s storm, so that each blade looks like shiny, glazed candy flooding the fields around. The trees are fantastical. Perfectly encapsuled in ice, they remind me of some quirky curio I’d find in a country store in a cozy, quiet town. Nature, even in its broken state, speaks of its Creator’s personality. Perhaps He is a fan of quirky curios; I certainly fancy myself a quirky curiosity.
Sad Perspective
Some small mercy the Lord has granted, the roads are not treacherous as I wind through the obscure paths you must search hard to find on a map. The oppressive weather this morning really made a mess of things. The roads are clear, but nature is still entombed in its icy shroud.
I’m the only one out here sojourning the barren landscape. There isn’t even a house or barn for companionship–only telephone lines and the lonely road. The dead grass has gone from a pitiful pale to ghastly white, as each blade bows low from the weight of the frost. The trees too, hang heavy from the dense ice clenching their boughs. The whole landscape appears to weep, as the scenery vainly suppresses its emotion in the mist. The Lord is present though, even in this forlorn, forgotten place: my soul, and this country road.
Contemplative Perspective
The Lord has granted my mind to wander free since the roads are cleared from the sleet this morning. The land is still covered in ice though, so my thoughts turn to it.
I am undistributed by other drivers, or man made things, on this quiet path. Each blade of grass is distinguished by the transparent shell form fit to it. Glazed by winter’s rain, the trees are both foreign and familiar. The breath of the earth wisps through the area. How long, O Lord, will it be until these things are no more? Like the ice that blankets the land, our life will quickly melt, yet like this frozen visage, we too can make an impact on the lives of those that view us.