The Sky Speaks

(Photo courtesy Riki Meyers)

“The heavens tell of the glory of God.

The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship.

Day after day they continue to speak;

Night after night they make him known.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.

Their message has gone out to all the earth,

And their words to all the world.”

Psalm 119: 1-4

For thousands of years mankind has lifted eyes to the heavens knowing the sky would BE.

Never changing.

A constant.

Constantly changing.

For thousands of years never once exactly the same.

The sky moves continuously as it fulfills its purpose

DECLARING GOD’S GLORY.

The sky whispers God’s quiet beauty.
The rising sun paints white puffs with pinks and lavender.

Azure melts into the deep blue of a cloudless summer sky.

Filmy orange stripes stretch across the horizon at sunset.

The cobalt night sky twinkles with specks of light.

The sky sighs God’s presence in the warm breeze that swirls around us,

embracing us,

caressing upturned faces.

The wild sky calls out the wonder of a wild God.

Roaring God’s power in the storm that pulsates brilliant orange and yellow, then darkens. 

Lifting birds and driving them backwards.

Shooting jagged fire east to west. 

Thunder shouts. 

Clouds swirl and collide then descend as tornadoes, snatching up houses and massive oaks.

After the storm, the sky murmurs God’s love, arching His rainbow-promise of protection through lingering droplets.

The sky’s beauty beckons us, stirs a longing to merge with God’s glory.

We ascend in metal shells, the sky encloses us, shaking tons of steel traveling through clouds as easily as it flutters an aspen leaf.

We scale the tallest peaks to touch the sky. 

Its heights freeze us. 

Thin oxygen sucks breath from our lungs.

No one can survive the naked embrace of God’s sky.

Yet it reaches down to touch us and utters comfort.

Settling to the earth as fog

Obliterating massive mountains.  

Blanketing cities with white that halts human activity.

Granting permission for warmth to pass through and coax food from frozen ground.

Releasing water to paints flowers with brilliant color and rush over waterfalls.

The sky ceaselessly speaks God’s glory.

It will never pause until the day it trumpets the glory of 

Christ’s return

And  melts with fervent heat.