The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.  -Psalm 19:1-4 (NIV)


This past Saturday, I had the privilege of joining my husband, Mike, and our son, Joel on a fishing trip.

I usually let them go without me, because I’m not much into fishing.  But the weather was nice, so I decided to join them.

As they fished, I sat in my lawn chair, pen and paper in hand, and soaked in the beauty of God’s creation!  It was breath-taking!  I was glad I had gone with them, for I was able to take in all of God’s gifts He gives us everyday.

We get too busy in this world, and miss out on the beautiful sunrise He paints for us in the morning…the sunset at evening…the stars scattered on the black velvet…the silver moon lying on her back….

Anyway, I wrote the following poem while I was absorbing all of God’s handiwork.  Hope you enjoy! -anita


The grass so green,

The sky so blue;

The birds on wing

All speak of You!


The soft blowing breeze

The choir of birds

Each sings their praise

Without any words.


But You, oh Lord,

Know the language of bees…

Of birds on the air,

And rustling leaves;


Of water that laps,

And waves that roar,

Of crabs that crawl

On the sandy shore;


Of butterflies that seemingly

Don’t make a sound,

Of tiny insects

That crawl on the ground;


You know the language

Of trees and flowers

That dance on the breeze

In the moonlit hours;


Of sunlight that shines

On the rivers and seas…

The rippling water on the lakes

From the breeze…


As they whisper their love…

Give thanksgiving and praise,

To their Maker above,

Who orders all their ways,


Earth sings her song

To the Father above…

He created them all

In His infinite love!


Anita Mondragon -June 3, 2017