The winter’s isolating chill
is accented by gray skies;
bundled bodies repeat
the isolation as they turn
up collars and down eyes
to navigate the day’s cold.
But O My God! Even gray
is within the spectrum
of your beauty! My soul
delights to consider it!
It is the lining of your robe,
sweeping across the sky
as you pace the heavens.
It is an intricately-knit
blanket of silver yarn,
cast over the world as
comfort for weary souls.
It is the Rock of Ages,
our strength and home,
cast high so we might
see it and remember.
It is a fierce gray wolf,
watching, protecting,
challenging, marking its
territory against threats
to its authority. Let me
be glad in the gray sky
for here, too, is the glory
and goodness of God!
Lord,
Today I would like to lie down
on soft green grass warmed by the sun.
I would like to look up into an immense blue sky,
The warm earth cradling my body
The brilliant blue of the sky
filling my mind.
Instead of feeling smaller,
insignificant,
even nothing.
Instead of feeling this
I sense that
I am that piece of the puzzle long sought
now found and fit
snug and
just exactly
where I am meant to be.
Amen.
Amen! A very comforting prayer, Heather.
Most High God
I am remembering a childhood song I loved to sing–
“Wide, wide as the ocean
high as the heavens above
deep, deep as the deepest sea
is my Saviour’s love
Though I’m so unworthy
still am I child of Him yet
For His Word speaks to me
and His love reaches me
everywhere.”
These lyrics speak to me of
the expanse of You God
Who can measure the height of Your heavens?!!!!
The mountain I stood on exposed my young heart
to Your majesty
Airplanes I’ve jetted in
have projected a view like none other
My car and bike and feet
have even taken me to
breathtaking postcard pictures
of this planet earth
Yet none
I suspect
comes near to magnitude of
Who You are
You are my worthy Resting Place
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I know that song! 🙂
Thanks for helping me see God’s beauty on this gray day.
It HAS been a gray day!
19 February 2013
Psalm 139 (NRSV):
“Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is so high that I cannot attain it.”
I look to the sky and sing:
“Lord, I lift your name on high, Lord I love to sing your praises.
I’m so glad you’re in my life
So very glad you came to save us,
You came from heaven to earth to show the way
From the earth to the cross
My debt to pay, from the cross to the grave
From the grave to the sky,
Lord I lift your name on high”
Sing to the heights, Sing to the heavens
Sing with the angels
I sing to remember the past
I sing to greet the future
I sing to rejoice and give thanks
To my Lord and Savior
I lift your name on high!!!!
Amen
(This should be the season of singing!!!!)
Songs are such a wonderful gateway into prayer!
I am late doing this, on the way to something else. I hastily look up and see that much more of the moon is revealed tonight. It seems only yesterday that there was a thin sliver of light, and now more of the landscape is revealed. Keep me reaching, Holy One. Reaching and stretching, learning how to be revealed, realising how fully known I am. As I am known and loved, so may I stretch and reach out in love and gentleness.
Amen.