Sunday, September 21
The nights here are quiet and still. The moon reaches over the mountain tops and the stars radiate around the open sky.
There is a faint noise that emerges from the trees: a steady rush of insects expressing themselves with song.
These noises are unlike any human made melody. They all chant in one accord, each sound rendered from their feeble frame comes as an offering, all demonstrating their own selfless melody to human beings alike.
All of nature seems to assemble at this point of the day to reveal their devotion to the One that made them.
They never cease to separate themselves from their constant routine.
A crisp breeze is blowing throughout the rails of the porch, only speaking when its presence becomes unheard over our own selfish thoughts.
As time passes, it becomes a less arduous task to move from oneself and into the mind of another. Hours pass, and though nothing has changed, the minds of those caught up in the elegance of the darkness have been refashioned in a way that only few comprehend.
God’s glory has been manifested in us, though nothing has been required of us other than to merely observe.
