The Heavens, the Work of Fingers

📝Reflection

The ancient Hebrew poet must have seen the night sky in a desert with no city lights. Before that overwhelming vastness, the poet learns humility. Strangely, when we stand before what makes us small, the mind sets down its heavy load. I thought my worry was the size of the cosmos, but standing under a single star it shrinks to the size of a fingernail. The night sky is the oldest sedative humankind ever found. It does not belittle me — it returns me to my proper size.