Try to measure the great gaps between the stars; the width, the depth of the universe. Within this eternal theater, the black curtain of night reveals familiar constellations. Orion and Cassiopeia, accent these winter skies on this calm, cold night. You are invited to watch the silent performance of ten-thousand stars burning on this midnight stage.
As the first breath of dawn gently touches the leaves, I listen to these woods whisper a welcome to the morning: "Thank you for this glorious, life-giving light," they seem to pray. Praise may sound like this. Who is to say?
I close my eyes; now a willing participant in this overheard prayer, this graceful, grateful gesture.