In the Gallery of Divinity

Don't you hate it when you come to the end of your day and discover that the sun not only rose but set and you were too engrossed in the insignificance of your life to notice? How devastating to come to the realization that God displayed his dramatic, unfathomable love for you in the form of a dynamic, colourful painting of immense proportions - the entire vast sky was involved- and you were fretting about an assignment. How can your trivial internal monologue rage on as the heavens explode into a canvas of inexhaustible passion and grace?
I suppose this tragedy of ignorance is outweighed by the awe inspired when you do notice, when you peak your head up over your little world of inconsequentiality and discover a bold colourful invitation to love this moment.