Has to....

The leaves spiraled down towards me as I walked towards office.

I looked up to see where they came from. It was almost winter and they were shedding off right from they were had sprouted not so long ago. Sitting at my desk, I had stolen many a glance at those majestic trees. With each passing day their shade had increased. The beauty that once was deep green was now a pastel tone.

And the snow covered mountains painted a brilliant background to the now barren trees.

The mundane chores of the office life took my mind off that thought.

Not long after, I returned home and sat with bowl of ice-cream on a rather icy chair in a rather icy evening. I looked up and saw the brilliance of a starry cloudless night, of mountains glistening in the light of a near full moon. And I thought – this HAS TO BE the proof that God exists. The universe couldn’t jus lie there making it so beautiful all on its own. It couldn’t be one huge coincidence.

Some artist HAS TO BE giving the flowers just the right colours to make them look that bright and full of life.

He HAD TO BE using just the right amount of lighting to make the moonlit night just dark enough to be romantic, just bright enough for the ones in love to see their faces.

He HAD TO know the perfect angles on the hills to get the sunlight to come through into the valley.

No I don’t believe that God’s a master puppeteer with our strings in his hand. But I do believe that he is a master artist who works really hard to make an almost perfect picture. One that we fail to see almost everyday.

To find God we don’t need a temple or a church. A garden in full bloom would do.