A Psalm

Creation, broken as it is

Drips His glory

Billowing clouds of holy white

Crashing waves on a shore of smooth stones

Dancing flowers cradled by verdant hills

Shining moon

Sharp mountains

Whisper snow

I see

And wonder

And my soul wells up

“Oh creation! Sprout tongue and voice! Cry out! Give voice to the glory He has planted within you!”

But creation is silent.

Its cry is but a shadow.

For as majestic and awesome as it is, it was not made in His image.

Oh my soul.

Rise up!

Unique in creation.

Glory-carrier.

Create!

Shine!

Sing!

Loose tongues designed for praising Him.

Cry out His wonders.

Tell of His love.

Proclaim his grace.

This is my purpose

And my joy.