Beauty, the nearest thing to perfection, makes me cry. Whether its a baby sleeping, a piece of art, a wonderful song, an overwhelming act of kindness, a flawless gymnastic performance, or nature at its finest, my eyes automatically well up. Once in a while it is embarrassing, but most of the time I don’t care, because I love what I am seeing or hearing. However, I am not being sentimental, I am being awed. Nothing better illustrates the glory of God than his creations: the miracle of birth, our caring and resilience, this fascinating planet, and innate talent.
This pastel by my sister, Diane Marie Parker, is the one of the most remarkable she has ever done. She usually paints in acrylics, but for this donation to Hope Hospice she was otherwise inspired.