The Dance Of Nature

It was 6:00am when Jack (our dog) and I set out for our early morning walk.  While the night was quietly slipping away, the sky was awash with a wide streak of pink clouds.  I froze in place for several moments just gazing at this beautiful sight.

Later in the afternoon I took Jack for a walk along the beach.  The pale green water sent high waves capped with white, racing and crashing to the shore in magnificent splendor. What amazing strength to behold.

The wind sailed across the water grabbing trees, dancing with limb and leaves, dipping to the ground and twirling tall blades of grass into a jitterbug of delight.  Birds stretched their wings, gliding in perfect rhythm with its breezy partner.  Everywhere I looked, nature was either in a tango or a chacha of wild pleasure.

“When I look at the night sky and see the work of Your fingers – the moon and the stars You set in place – what are mere mortals that You should think of them, human beings that You should care for them?  Yet You made them only a little lower than God and crowned them with glory and honor.  You gave them charge of everything You made, putting all things under their authority-the flocks and the herds and all the wild animals, the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and everything that swims the ocean currents.  O Lord our Lord, Your majestic name fills the earth!”  Psalm 8:3-9