Story Me the Stars

{A Reflection on Genesis 15}

 

Adonai brought me outside,

opened a window in time 

and said:

"Story me the stars—

tell me their days,

their sacred season dance."

We walked, robed in silence

and He probed:

"Story me your children

yet to come,

the ones you think

I haven't given,

who will stand here

in a sacred season—

I will hear their cry

under these heavens,

like I hear you now."

"Amen, LORD," I whispered—

my eyes opened to see grace

as my dwelling place,

dwelling deep in His eyes.

I believed...

though no baby of mine

yet cried under the tent

of the starry sky.

*Photo from the Negev, Israel