Mysterious beauty

Mountain and flowers 9

I wondered over again for the hundreth time what could be the principle which, in the wildest, most lawless, fantastically chaotic, apparently capricious work of nature, always kept it beautiful. The beauty of holiness must be at the heart of it somehow, I though. Because our God is so free from stain, so loving, so unselfish, so good, so altogether what He wants us to be, so holy, therefore all His works declare Him in beauty…

His fingers can touch nothing
but to mould it into loveliness;
and even the play of His elements
is in grace and tenderness of form.

–George MacDonald

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