I’m another in the long line of admirers.
Eve and Adam admiring the garden,
Abram staring, open-mouthed, at the stars,
Elijah running through a beautiful rain,
and David singing, always singing on the hillsides.
God’s praises being sung through the ages,
praise to a Creator whose work stands the test of time.
This time, it’s my turn.
I close the computer, open the back door
and step into the garden.
My heart is a sounding board
for the night sky, deep with stars.
The fragrance of today’s rain still lingers,
and the crickets are singing all night long.
It’s God’s earth and I care for it.
So what do we do about the
parts per million invisible to the naked eye
that change our atmosphere, thinning the ice cap,
raising the oceans, transforming our weather?
What about the beached whales, the bewildered polar bears,
the news of one more species never to be seen again?
Creation has cared for me, nurtured me,
held me close and taught me to sing.
I don’t know what it will be today:
a song of lament, a song of justice,
a chant for peace, a chant for change,
a hymn for hope, a hymn for healing?
Open now my lips, Lord,
and my mouth will sing out your song.