Birth again the sun,
may it crown the edge of the earth,
and spill glory and cast shadows
behind all it paints.
May we remember from where
this light bursts and fills
the land in golden revelation.
May we squint in gratefulness.
“God makes a huge dome
For the sun—a superdome!
The morning sun’s a new husband
Leaping from his honeymoon bed,
The daybreaking sun an athlete
Racing to the tape.
That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skies
From sunrise to sunset,
Melting ice, scorching deserts,
Warming hearts to faith.”
Psalm 19:4-6 The Message
Beautiful imagery. I especially like the line, “The morning’s sun a new husband, Leaping from his honeymoon bed.”
Eugene Peterson’s Translation of those verses reveal the mystery well. Thanks for stopping in Rose. Happy Monday. Blessings.