The voice of God

A reflection on Psalm 29

Strumming across the rainbow

with crescendo and diminuendo

as the colours fade in and out.

Rippling through the treetops

with trills and turns

as the leaves catch the rhythm

swaying in and out of the stave

or floating untethered on the wind,

freestyle, unfettered by rules and forms.

God’s voice refuses to be pinned down

but weaves around us

in beauty and majesty,

in oceans of calm,

in tempest and storm

lulling us into pausing,

ensuring our rapt attention

before compelling us to act

in response to words of wisdom

so beautifully spoken.

Compelled to take up the cry

for justice and sharing,

compelled to act until all God’s children

hear the voice of God

as wonderfully loving and affirming

and splendid as creation.