I’ve grabbed hold of a truth lately, which I dare not receive, nor carry, lightly, as it potentials grave misunderstanding. Thus, I’m delicately handing this “explanation” over to the elegance of our Lord.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:11

There seems a grave difference between "seeing the beauty of God," versus "seeing the God of beauty." That says nothing of inherent wrongness in seeing the richness of a flower, or ascribing splendor to sheer appearance. The tragedy, however, is commending such beauty as beauty itself—as nothing more than a realized appearance. It’s the danger of confining beauty to the task of its object. A flower may well be beautiful, and your naked eye rightly touched by its marvel. But such beauty can only span so far—such touching can only press so deep.

Ample measures in beauty’s depth, and adequate meanings in her height, require ardent discovery of her Maker. Beauty can only reach full beautification under the sensitive hands of her Designer. No element of beauty—no essence of being beautiful—finds existence apart from God. So to finalize a grasp of beauty, by terminating at perceived beauty alone, we've robbed ourselves of the greater beauty—Beauty herself. All beauty flows from God, so that in tasting a delicacy, or detailing an aroma, we must learn to ascribe the Creator, at the hand of the creation.

Father, may we never acknowledge beauty apart from You, or know Beauty as anything but You. With Gratitude, Your children.