A Sunday Psalm - Psalm 19

I’m thankful for the sky at night that fills me up with such delight like sundaes on a Sunday night. The moon and stars come out to play and need no tongues or words to say the fun they have to be this way. The sun sleeps in a twinkling tent, but when it wakes, the moon is sent to sleep until the day is spent. Each day the sun awakes to prance like men at their own wedding dance will strut and sway to prove romance. It takes the stage; all eyes are turned toward its effervescent burn and feel the warmth its dance will earn. It has not changed as years go by; comforting rhythms in the sky their radiant lessons to apply. Words aren't enough to sing the song; all I can do is chant along, and seek forgiveness when I’m wrong. Then I can join with meditation the sun and moon in contemplation in giving thanks for this creation.