Sunday, March 18, 2012

And I am Called Out

It's dusk here in the South, and I can barely see the fire of sunset through the trees.
Crickets commune and fireflies blink in tall grass.
The sky seems almost purple now, and the tall pines are silhouettes of black that slowly meld together into one vast expanse of darkness.  
An tired and worn old dog, probably resting on his front porch, barks in the distance, breaking the silence.

And I am called out into it, the created basking in the creation.  



The heavens are telling the glory of God;
and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours forth speech,
and night to night declares knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words;
whose voice is not heard;
yet their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world. 
Psalm 19:1-3


4 comments:

Hispenonmyheart said...

Beautiful. You have such a way with words.

Barbie said...

Oh I just love sitting and gazing upon His handiwork!  Thanks for linking up today my friend.

Alexandra Anne Austin said...

God shows His glory in such beautiful neat ways! =) 

Michele-Lyn Ault said...

Beautiful picture you paint with your words... and revealing Him in the beauty of them... 

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