In the cloudy dark sky.
It shimmers on the waters;
Nearly lights up the night sky.
Soundless and bright—
These flashes of white,
Low bursts of yellow.
Piercing and pulsing like a strobe in the sky.
It casts these shades of gray to the far-off horizon
And all across the waters
It flashes on, gloriously furious,
The wind rustles the pine trees,
And the stars burst forth in beauty
Ahead of a storm that never reaches this shore.
Grace and peace be ours in abundance as we marvel at God’s creation and the forces within it. May we find that we meet Him there in the midst of our awe.