Three houses away, at the end of our block, is a huge park, more of a field. Not unusual for a town dropped in the middle of geography conducive to growing wheat, barley and canola. Next to the park is a farmer’s field, sown this year with barley. We walk/run the dawg there almost daily. A few evenings ago we were blessed with God’s glory displayed in the heavens.
View to the South
View to the West
Psalm 148:3 Praise him, sun and moon; praise him, all you shining stars!
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou brother sun with golden beam,
Thou sister moon with softer gleam!
– Hymn adapted from St Francis of Assisi Canticle of the Sun
This is beautiful–one of the advantages of having a clear horizon (we are stuck in suburbia). I love that hymn, too, and I always think the Easter season is not complete if I haven’t sung it in church at least once.
It is the perfect summer hymn for me. I find myself singing it to myself when I garden or walk the dog, just seems obvious.