I saw a leaf tap-dancing in the street this morning. Of course, it had no taps, but there it was, tapping in the middle of the street for all it was worth. Not moving left or right, but staying in one spot, it was moving to some ecstatic, invisible beat, caught up in the joy of its Creator.
The leaf itself was singularly unremarkable; as a matter of fact it was near the end of its existence. Faded from verdant green to dry tan, its lack of sustaining moisture had caused it to roll into an inverted tube. Another time I might have gone on by, completely oblivious to it.
But there it was, caught up in the power of a small whirlwind. With no strength of its own, it danced with carefree abandon in the power of the unseen wind, becoming a thing of praise and beauty. No matter who was watching, or if no one was watching, it danced, caught a beam of sunlight and turned golden for just a bit, tapping out praise on the asphalt for the glory of God.
“Let all creation sing…”
1 Chronicles 16:31-34
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice: and let men say among the nations, The LORD reigneth.
Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof: let the fields rejoice, and all that is therein.
Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the LORD, because he cometh to judge the earth.
O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
By: Janet Erickson