The Night Sky

I soar into the night sky,

while the thundering waves below

echo my fears of what lie ahead

and magnify the exhilaration

that I’m soaring with my God,

from and into His creation.

The chill of the night filters

through me as if I were as malleable

as the ocean mist,

while the crashing sound of the waves

speaks to me of God’s soothing promises:

“Keep going. Faith will carry you

on your path. The universe is

but a speck of the power that I

have given you. Your tears

evoked from the faithfulness of your

life are love songs to me. Because of

your devotion and trust, the mysteries and

powers of the night sky and all of its

stars and galaxies and worlds unknown to you

are nothing compared to the gift of life

I have given you.”

I soar through the night sky,

in the energy of God’s ocean,

in the magnetism and density of

all that is His, feeling the power of

His love and the flowing of His promises.

Peering through the open window

into the night sky of His eyes,

I fall asleep to the lullabies of the 

thundering and crashing waves of His voice,

and dream of His whispered promises

of tomorrow.

- I wrote this poem while at the Dreams Resort of Casa Dorada in San Jose del Cabo Mexico, where the sounds of the waves thunder throughout your suite 24 hours a day. It was beautiful! Just returned last night.