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.
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