All Creation Sings

Having grown up in the heartland of central Indiana, I have always been aware, even in childhood, of the miracle and mystery of God’s magnificent creation: of warm, sunny days filled with bustling activity; of autumn’s brief, bejeweled landscape as nature prepares herself for the long-anticipated rest of winter.  Creatures begin sequestering themselves into unseen burrows,  or perhaps in dens hidden deep in the woods across the field.  All nature seems to sense that a time of change is fast approaching.  Rest and regeneration are imminent.  It is a time of waiting, a time when spirit Light is renewed within.  And that Light, birthed by hope, will—through sacred rest and holy waiting—sustain us during windswept days of dark and snowbound seclusion as all creation moves slowly, indeed, toward glorious resurrection.

All Creation Sings

Creation is conceived in sacred silence

Before the trembling leaves

    have been touched by the breath of a breeze

Or the trail of the longsuffering snail

   has been erased by morning dew.

Creation begins in the sound of music

Before the first strains are played

   or the first steps of the dance taken;

Before the glorious hallelujah gushes

   from the throat of the meadowlark.

Creation waits in breathless expectation

As the heavenly myriad looks on in awe,

   then erupts into song

In that exquisite moment

   when God breathes out stars.

Shared by Nancy