Psalm 8 (and my attempt to be semi-artsy.... ha)

Psalm 8
(from The Message)

God, brilliant Lord,

yours is a household name.

Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you;

 toddlers shout the songs

 That drown out enemy talk,

and silence atheist babble.

I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,

your handmade sky-jewelry,

Moon and stars mounted in their settings.

(photo by Q Neely)

 Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,

Why do you bother with us?

Why take a second look our way?

Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods,

bright with Eden's dawn light.

You put us in charge of your handcrafted world,

repeated to us your Genesis-charge,

Made us lords of sheep and cattle,

 even animals out in the wold

Birds flying and fish swimming,

whales singing in the ocean deeps.

God, brilliant Lord,

your name echoes around the world.