One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

A Night to Remember




The mountains wore a veil of mist –
The bride and groom wore smiles.
The heavens wept their happy tears,
Applauding all the while.

It was the
Rainiest night of the
Rainiest week of the
Rainiest month of the
Rainiest summer
We all could
Ever remember.

The guests all dressed in wedding best
To bring their humble blessings.
Love poured down, and all around,
A flood of celebration!

Yes - it was the
Rainiest night of the
Rainiest week of the
Rainiest month of the
Rainiest summer
We all could
Ever remember.

The groomsmen watched at end of aisle
As beauties floated toward them.
Flower girl, her doll in hand,
Observed her parents’ union.

Vows and kisses,
Hugs and prayers –
Music, flowers, dancing –

Made it the
Happiest night of the
Happiest week of the
Happiest month of the
Happiest summer
They all could
Ever remember.
 


(Inspired by the wedding of Jordyn Toomey & Derek Slack on Signal Mountain, July 6)
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