Fresh Fiction in Progress

I'm tinkering with a new story idea.  One of the main characters figures out that the "music" she's been hearing since her early childhood is simply Creation's Song.  While questioning why this revelation took so long, she writes a poem in her notebook.  I don't think she'd mind if I share it. *wink*

Creation’s Song                                                                    
                                                                    
Can you hear it?
The ancient hum of the old forest,
the sway of the harvest in the fields,
the gentle babble of the stream over smooth stones,
the choreography of fireflies on a summer night.

Can you hear it?
The rumble of the storm in the distance,
the quiet dance of falling snow,
the rhythm of ocean waves crescendo on the shore,
the symphony of the stars.

Creation sings!
Glory to God,
a vibrant expression of praise.

Creation sings!
Praise to the Lord,
a melody of joy rising within.

Creation sings!
A gracious glimpse of His glory,
for those who would stop and listen.

Shhhhh.
Can you hear it?




Psalm 96:11-13 "Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it.  Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.  Let all creation rejoice before the LORD..."