The Chorus of Praise

This story or poem came to me one morning as I was thinking about how we so often forget to appreciate God’s gifts and presence.  Enjoy ;-)

With the first ray of sunlight one bird opens its eyes. Sees life, a leaf, a tree, his friends. And out comes a little melody of praise. Until more and more and louder and louder – the chorus of praise.

The trees sway back and forth, dancing for the Lord while the waters move with excitement. In my bed I turn around and notice the light from behind my eyes and sing the chorus of darkness. Groaning I turn away from the light.

The whole of nature is singing all the day. Saying: “See God, praise God. He is the one who cares for us. He is the one who sustains us. I am beautifully and wonderfully made.”

But most of the day all I hear are cars and thoughts of work, work, work. Another day. Another evening. Another night. I think of tomorrow. No sight, no sounds of leaves in the wind, the buzzing of the bees, the worship of the birds. Saying: “Praise, praise, praise. It’s God who sustains. Goodness and mercy will follow me. Every day. Every day.”

The sun disappears, offering a generous show to the self-centered while it gets quiet around. The darkness creeps in. Silence.

This painting is inspired by Psalm 113. Verse 3: "From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised." is written on the painting
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