The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice or sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found;
In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
‘The Hand that made us is divine.’
I found this poem in a book called Song of Creation. I thought this was very clever and a great testament to our Heavenly Father. It was written by Joseph Addison (1672 – 1719), an English essayist and poet.
Nature is a another lens, giving us a glimpse of things beyond.
Thank you God for your magnificent creation!