...majesty & glory

"as I look up in the night sky...
and I see works of Your hands...
there's the moon...
and all the stars that You have made...
Lord, I can not understand how this could be,
it's such a mystery...
how You could know about, or care,
or bother with anyone like me..."

and as the three looked up at the spectacular night scape....
broken clouds scudded across the full moon and stars,
burnishing the night sky's lamps...
as the cold wind pushing those clouds
brought those heavenly lights in and out of focus...

it was still... the, quite distant, hum of travelers
came now and then on the silent wind...
all else, seemed to be holding it's breath at the sight...
very high, one light blinked, an airplane going west...
the only intrusion of technology on an ancient tapestry...

it was early now, on the morning of Christmas, day 2 of 12...
another warm and wonderful gathering of 3,
where He was also present...was concluding...
and we lingered in the moment...
knowing it was time, but all the same,
apparently quite content for these moments,
to stand...in a cold, moon-lit parking lot, looking up....

"I like to think about how Abraham looked up
at this same moon, all those years ago," M stated,
the conviction in his strong baritone
breaking our trance....

"...and Jesus, too...", G added, quickly and firmly,
but with a small quiver in her voice...

all I could say was, " wow..."

"Oh, Jehova, Lord,
the majesty and the glory of your name fill earth
and overflow the heavens you have made...

...and yet, You made man,
only a little lower than the angels...
and put a crown of glory on his head...
and you have put him in charge of,
every little thing, that You made...
to think, You'd bother,
with anyone...
like me..."


["Majesty & Glory", C. Floria] [ Psalm 8 ]