Beauty in the Silence
August. Night sky. 65°F. Crickets chirp. Bats' ballet. Frogs croak. Summer's blue vault darkens. Sol drops to horizon edge; swallowed whole as light's sliver disappears behind razor's edge. Exposure drops. Darkness surrounds. Engulfs. Envelops.
“When I look at your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have set in place,
what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You care for him?”
— Psalm 8:3-4
— Psalm 8:3-4
Waning Crescent. 6.4%. Milky Way expands. Perseids punctuate. Shooting stars streak. Ancient light leaks; pin pricks bespeckle black background.
“The moon and stars to rule over the night,
for His steadfast love endures forever.”
— Psalm 136:9
— Psalm 136:9
There is beauty in the silence.
“There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon,
and another glory of the stars; for star differs from star in glory.”
— 1 Corinthians 15:41
— 1 Corinthians 15:41