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 about them…
—Psalm 8:3-4
I spy the silver slipper moon,
high above the periwinkle blue;
it beckons me to stand in the warm
March night and wait for the first star
to sparkle in my sight, and I think…
How kind You are, Lord, to create
the rare beauty of space and all
that shines out bright above me,
on this fine night and every night
You allow me to witness Your glory.
C.L. Fisher, March 2022
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