Echo Lake Psalm

In the quiet of the evening, You came to me.
Your silence was your word.
My silence was my response.
This hour comforts me.
No frenetic energy.
No harsh shadows.
No turbulent sounds.
Just calm.

The sky reflects Your majesty.
Orange, purple, ocher, grey.
A canvas upon which You paint Your promise.
The still waters reflect the sky so that the two are one, indiscernible in their symmetry.
The mountains scrape the firmament, rising up in praise of You.

One day, when I have been in Your presence a thousand years, I hope to reach those heights of adoration.
The trees upon the land and the reeds upon the water dance gently to the rhythm of your Spirit.
I feel it too as I float here, undisturbed, only Your creation a witness to Your glory.
My soul cries out in quiet praise of You but my lips cannot find the words.
You, O Lord, are the greatest of poets and whatever I may pen is but dust upon this Earth.
You, O Lord, are the master artist and anything I might paint is shifting sand.

So I sit and adore this creation of Yours and know that it is but a glimpse or Your greater glory to come.