the sun, moon, and stars,
spoken into space,
still sing the ancient melody,
of God’s great grace and power.
the rising sun and midnight gloaming
echo the divine power,
arching the back and breathing the breath
into every living thing.
that same power and grace
takes time and space upon itself,
inhabits human flesh and bone,
arches its back and breathes breath
like every living thing.
Messiah, alive and kicking,
baby King singing infant songs
into the night of Bethlehem-town,
by my King in my world today.
[This is part of a series of prayers for Sunday worship preparation that begins here.]