Psalm 148

Let the broken moon shell,
worn & weary in the breaking waves,
disclose its silent testimony
of God’s faithfulness:

of the Delight that formed
its microscopic life
on the ocean’s floor;

of the Strength that guarded
its days and the Beauty
that nurtured its growth;

of the Grace that comforted
its breaking and then found a new life
to call the brokenness “home”;

 of the Wholeness that honed
many fragments into one landscape,
many lives into one eternal story.

 Let the broken moon shell,
serene in the breaking waves,
invoke creation’s praise
for God’s faithfulness.

6 thoughts on “Psalm 148

  1. Lovely, Rachel, fragile and strong. Thanks for gently pulling me deep into the places where the Spirit dwells with me.

  2. “Oh the sheer delight of spanning the horizon
    with a palette of color

    Sometimes soft, pale peachy pinks at dusk…
    a way to speak gentleness to the earth’s inhabitants

    Or hues of periwinkle blue and soft lavender
    to touch some lonely soul

    Other times
    a canon of brilliant orange, red and yellow is set off
    and collides in the heavens
    to dazzle even the most cynical

    For one cannot escape
    the tantalizing display of
    a mesmerizing sunset

    Splashing praise with a brush
    in the Master Creator’s hand”

  3. This is a YouTube post about a rescued baby hummingbird.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvrcdQWzH-8.
    The young man doesn’t give his real name but goes by “kandwarf”. He gave the following update about the little bird:

    “This is a baby hummingbird I rescued after it was attacked. The song is “Better Together” by Jack Johnson. UPDATE!!! when she thought she was ready to leave (and she was) she flew off to her favorite patch of the back yard, and her instincts instantly kicked in, and now she’s just like all the other hummingbirds. for those that are concerned that she has imprinted on humans and wouldn’t survive in the wild, don’t worry, she is thriving. she has even successfully migrated and returned back to my yard. and for those who think i didn’t know what i was doing, i did NOT feed her plain sugar water. i went outside 3 times a day and caught flies from my compost bin (be green people) in big bags, crushed them, and mixed them in as well. I also helped her learn to catch flies while flying (not in the video because the flies were too small). It was a pretty hectic but very rewarding experience and, in the end, i don’t think it could have worked out any better :)”

    Praise Psalm From a Baby Hummingbird

    I am so small
    and my mother is gone
    but You sent this big human
    who feeds me with a dropper
    and brings red flowers into his house for me
    lets me perch on his hand
    and somehow is teaching me to fly.
    So large, so gentle, so tender.
    I haven’t seen You yet
    but I think You must look like my friend.

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