O how the sun rises and falls upon another day. Its rays stream and stream into an unforeseeable distance, bringing light to darkness. Light makes things beautiful, and so the world shines like a star. And when the sun leaves for a time, it paints the sky a thousand hues of golden. A warmth impeccable, a promise signed by the hand of God. Praise the Lord, o my soul!
In the twilight, we witness the birth of rising stars. A deep violet permeates the heavens, and the stars burn silver. The moon borrows the light of the endless sun and watches over our dreams. The quiet of slumber, the touch of liberty, shadow our beings as we fly into a realm unknown. The night glistens like tears and covers our deepest desires.
The dawn seeps quietly into sepia and the last of midnight fades into the dream-filled horizon. A ray of morning light falls upon the ocean and shimmers like stardust. The mists of angels leave light footsteps in our wake, as we trace them in our dreams. In the golden silence, the moon and stars fall away gently into a secret place of rest.
The wondrous symphony of night and day, the stars and sun, who but God alone can orchestrate such perfection? A beauty that touches one’s body and enraptures the soul. It trembles within, a new birth and memory. The imagination of our hearts never knew such depths, a captivation of unequaled lengths.
In a precious moment, the words of God fell into emptied darkness and the eternal day was born. In cycles the mind understands nothing of, we spiral upon weightlessness and intangible fortresses. We touch the ones we cannot see, and feel the great unknown in the deepest parts of us.
A small voice within and a beautiful world without, enveloping all that we are. We are a part of this infinity, a piece in God’s destined creation. Praise the Lord! His grace and gift of joy upon our weary souls shine as we gaze upon His startling and mysterious horizon, a sheer whisper of heaven and greater things beyond.
