Easter and Creation

On Easter Sunday, we went on a short hike around a little pond in Sheung Shui.  

There were lots of dead leaves on the ground. No one bothered to pick them up, or sweep them away.  Leaving them around to make beautiful patterns.  Dead is inevitable.  It can be sad and deplorable.  But it can also leave a legacy, be beautiful.  

The pond is not big, but makes a good impression.  There is little wind, and the water is still.  Only little insects and a few little ducks break the surface.  Not unwelcome.  Pleasing even.  

The reflections of the hills, trees of all sorts make an attractive impression of symmetry, reflective.  

Dead branches are almost indistinguishable from their reflections from the water.  Death can be beautiful if it leaves something valuable, meaningful behind.  

There are few people here.  It feels quiet, because of the absence of man-made noise.  It is actually far from being quiet.  Full of chirps from birds and insects, actually.  But they are enjoyable, pleasing to the ear.  In contrast, people make mostly noise. 

This is God’s creation.  The pond was man-made, a reservoir to store water for growing things, presumably.  Left alone, nature - God’s creation - takes over and makes it beautiful.  A new creation.  Somehow it feels right to come here on Easter.