God is creating at every moment of the world's existence...
Surprise from the Master of Surprises
The one who springs daffodils on unsuspecting eyes,
Who throws red, orange, and purple in the sky at setting sun,
Who dances down maple leaves like so many ballerinas
On an autumn afternoon.
Who laughs as He sets the harvest moon huge and orange
In the September sky,
The one who shocks us to tears with a baby's
Entrance into the world
Who loves a great surprise, who loves startling us with beauty,
Like purple crocus pushing through whitest snow,
Like Puffin colors against gray rock and drear cold
Like water bubbling from a spring cold—so cold