The heavens are telling the glory of God, and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech and night to night declares knowledge Psalm 19:1-2

I’m sitting on the deck, meditating, when a wren’s raucous song jolts me back to earth. Open your eyes, she cries. Open your eyes!

I open my eyes to find the world ablaze with the glory of God – shining from shook foil – as the leaves of the walnut shimmer in the breeze, refracting green waves of light across the lawn. A pair of robins play tag through the trees, jousting for position in mid-air before disappearing into the woods. Impatiens glow, fuchsia jewels in morning sun, and the sweet potato vine cascades, a humble yet magnificent lime green waterfall. A hummingbird, buzzing like a bee, hovers in front of me, chirps good morning, then sips nectar from a host of clown flowers.

Open your eyes, cries the wren. See the rainbow in the spider’s web stretching from deck rail to chair, watch the speckled caladium bow and dance in the wind, clap your hands for the fly-catcher practicing acrobatics in the summer blue sky. Open your eyes to the glory of God!