herbiehancock

Psalm 19:1-4 (New International Version)    " The heavens declare the glory of God;  the skies proclaim the work of his hands.   Day after day they pour forth speech;  night after night they display knowledge.  There is no speech or language  where their voice is not heard.   Their voice goes out into all the earth,  their words to the ends of the world."      The skies were definitely speaking to me on my Saturday night walk.  I kept stopping to take pictures of the clouds and the sunset.  They just seemed especially beautiful to me.  I'll hush now so you can enjoy listening to what they have to say. I love this last one with the lights of the theater being the only thing you can see of the buildings; the rest just in silhouette against the magnificent blaze of that singing sky.

Clear Night Sky   Black velvet stretches out endlessly above me, draped across the tops of the pointed green pines.  Silver sequin stars sewn to the surface wink as if they know a secret, but I can see the signs. The inky velvet drape muffles the sounds  of murmuring tree frogs and whirring night birds. While a cool breeze whispers: hushing all doubts, calming all fears, and speaking of the wonder without any words. So small, so unimportant, we are, and yet, all part of the grand scheme. The roles we play, we may never know, but they're much more significant than what they first seem. We, like the stars,  are tiny sequins in a world that is amazing and immense, but if we let our lights shine and keep our feet on the path, some day, some day,  it will all make sense.