Gentle, golden sun, rays reaching into a patch of woods verdant, dappled wisps of light scattering.
Worshipful, watching, waiting.
Drinking deep this intoxicating elixir, longing to be swallowed whole by the sound, to be fully a part of this sunset symphony. Yet daring not to move.
A grand performance, this chorus of critters — peepers and crickets and deeper throated frogs and robins — bidding day farewell. Orchestrated by the One who created the very creatures now lifting their voices.
Shhh. I think I hear the rocks crying out.
Glory to God in the highest…
Evensong melody floats warm on a spring breeze. Blush pink clouds tickle a baby blue sky, and wrap their gossamer scarf round the glow of a setting orb.
Feeling small, I stand mesmerized. Caught in a beautiful web of wonder, all this wonder. The gift of this moment, a Grace to hold in my heart forever…
Thrill fills my very soul with the nearness of You.
My Lord, my Majesty…
Me, Your dusty daughter.
Yet, like you do the cottantail nibbling nearby, You love me!
Only vastly more so than that little ball of fur. In ways too numerous to count, too deep to fathom.
Seeking You always, I long to know you more, love You and others better, serve You with all of me, just like Your creatures crooning a nightime serenade.
Your splendid love song.
Heaven sent from You to me, and each of us.
You are mine and I am Yours and the best is yet to be if I will but come along and follow hard after You, forsaking fear, breaking the boundaries that hold me back, cleaving to You.
You hold me dear against Your heart, and Dearest Husband, too, and all the rest of us teeny, tiny little people here on this glorious, big old earth.
Filling us, if we will let You in, with a Love so powerful and all consuming it will take our breath away while breathing fresh life into stale ones. Healing hearts once broken.
And Your love changes me. Us. All of us. So help us God.
Music of the night hits a crescendo and then a dog barks and song ceases for a moment before rising quickly in glorious diversified pitch.
Just in time for the full moon to slip off its misty cloak and wink at us from behind a lattice of limbs.
Blessed, holy night…