Creation’s Song of Praise
Look, over there. At first I thought
it was a tent — a tepee from the plains;
But now I see that it’s a dove …
or some kind of bird, I think.
It could be an ocean wave,
curling up toward the shore.
Now it has become a snake —
see how it wiggles as it goes along?
The clouds reveal God’s handiwork,
one thing leading to another;
a kingdom adorned with the creations
of an Unlimited Imagination.
Morning light paints the sky in soft pastels
with a subtlety no human hand can match;
in the evening the palette changes;
bringing new hues of orange, gold, and red.
Then the heavenly theater darkens,
as house lights dimmed before the show;
the stars appear and begin their dance,
spinning and swirling in fiery glory,
while the moon makes her nightly crossing
with with stately grace.
And comes the dawn,
the sun returns from another land.
There, as here,
it shines on the good and the bad
nothing is hidden from its light,
all living things respond to its warmth.
The heavens proclaim of the glory of God;
and the earth shows forth the divine handiwork.
inspired by Psalm 19
Deborah Beach Giordano
© September 1, 2009