We may gaze up at the night sky,
squinting to see the lights of heaven,
the shapes and wonders of God’s invention,
the glimpses of his landing lights
as they twinkle through the celestial curtains.
And as he looks back at us,
invisible yet intensely interested,
cradling his love and concern in the palm of his hand,
we may hear his call and sense his sweet summons
in the rustling and the night time noise.
And glancing over our shoulder,
we are sure he’s looking at the person behind.
It takes a moment to realise the truth,
there’s no one else, he means us,
his smiling invitation, his still small whisper,
is especially for me.
[Psalm 8 vv 3-5]