Brilliant Lord

Psalm 8
A David Psalm (from The Message)

"God, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name.

Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you toddlers shout the songs that drown out enemy talk, and silence atheist babble.

I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?

Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods, bright with Eden's dawn light. You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, repeated to us your Genesis-charge, made us lords of sheep and cattle, even animals out in the wild, birds flying and fish swimming, whales singing in the ocean deeps.

God, brilliant Lord, your name echoes around the world."

Spring causes me to be filled with a peace that takes away my breath. If you have ever stood on a mountain top like one in the Rockies and breath in the lightness, then you have come close to experiencing what I feel on a Spring day.

If God's breath is what inspires us, then it is breathed into me on a spring day in Iowa when the colors and the smells and the textures of the wind and the soil... fill my soul.