Creation's Testimony

Come... sit with me and observe the sun
As the salty sea makes its colors run.
A hot-white ball spreads spendor
And ignites the horizon.
Rays paint the sky with broad strokes
Of blazing vermillion intermingled
With fiery gold on a cool teal backdrop.
Fingers of dancing color reflect playfully
Accenting the movement of the iridescent surf
Stretching out like blue-gray liquid silk.
Marvel as the early evening's subdued hues
Melt into an ebony night.

Come...count the stars
And stand in awe at God's creation.
How vast is the sky
And finite our ability to perceive it.
The heavens celebrate
Victory over the details
The earth offers apologies
But does not understand infinity.
Time remains unaware of its beginning
And blissfully anticipates no end.