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Dear Ones,
The pictures coming NASA taken by the James Webb telescope have certainly raised a stir at my house! The amazing clarity and detail of a star’s final moments, cosmic cliffs and the glitter landscape of star birth, remind us how intricate God’s creation is and that we are just a small bit of what is going on in the universe. It made me think of a poem I first read in high school that captured some of this mystery for me. “Stars” by the American poet, Sara Teasdale was published in her 1926 collection Flame and Shadow.
Stars
Alone in the night
One a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,
And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;
Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.
We are blessed to live in a place where the stars blaze on clear nights and the Milky Way makes its presence known. Have you taken the time recently to lay back and look at the stars? You may have to leave your neighborhood if there is too much light pollution, but you don’t have to go too far to find a quiet place to stargaze. In our younger days, climbing onto the hood of the car worked as an easy place to recline!
The author of the Psalms was overwhelmed by the night sky when they wrote Psalm 8:
3When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established;
4what are humans that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?
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