Couldn’t sleep last night, so got to see the moon through all it’s cycles, nearly full straight over us in northern europe morning, as the Sun filled the skies. I liked their collaboration together, sharing the same sky (that moment, when Sky was named, has always intrigued me!), playing their parts.

I watched out our enormous window as the endless drama played out again, over our heads while most were sleeping. Thought of all those great Psalms by the wild priest, the sons of Korah about badgers, lions, moon, stars and sky itself receiving it’s glory tremor in their unique tenors…(Psalm 104, good example of their ecstatic priestly songs! The priest can’t stay away from the threshold of His Presence! There are those who find the temple of His Presence in everything! Who just can’t live anywhere else! Those who make everywhere they step springs of life because of where they living from!)

The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
they sing among the branches.
13 He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
14 He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for people to cultivate—
bringing forth food from the earth:
15 wine that gladdens human hearts,
oil to make their faces shine,
and bread that sustains their hearts.
16 The trees of the Lord are well watered,
the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
17 There the birds make their nests;
the stork has its home in the junipers.
18 The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
the crags are a refuge for the hyrax.
19 He made the moon to mark the seasons,
and the sun knows when to go down.
20 You bring darkness, it becomes night,
and all the beasts of the forest prowl.
21 The lions roar for their prey
and seek their food from God.
22 The sun rises, and they steal away;
they return and lie down in their dens.
23 Then people go out to their work,
to their labor until evening.

Everyday, the sky is better than tv, internet or all movies conjoined-if we can enter its required rhythms to see. At dawn today, the moon is still playing with the Sun, and they talk clearly in clouds of pastel silent light exchanges. They know one another, like Christ knows the church, without resistance. They know one another like endless lovers co-ruling Sky in Love. And they kiss in azure charcoal pastels while we are waking up, way above us each day! Only occasionally we catch them playing above our heads, and are again, in wonder at this daily display of operatic splendor.

Just about now, the sea gulls will start singing, their longing song, church bells will chime in time, and people will start dressing for work, things will become more apparent in the overt light of day, the drama more obvious. Still, in the wake of what’s been happening above us each night into dawn, the Sky still somehow knows its name.