A Reflection of Psalm 8"**
Once upon a time, under heaven and earth was a showcase of twinkling stars, I stood beside you, gazing up at the universe...
As we breathed in the night air, I whispered
"Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens...
When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have ordained..."
You squeezed my hand, and I continued:
Oĥĥĥhhhhhh Oĥĥĥhhhhhh
"What is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the angels
and crowned him with glory and honour..."
At this moment,
Oĥĥĥhhhhhh
looking at your face illuminated only by starlight, I felt the truth of these words:
*You* are my glory, my honour – my everything.
The psalmist wondered about man's place in the universe;
I wondered how I deserved *your* love in mine.