I was reading Psalm 19 this morning, and it starts like this:
To be honest, I struggle with reading the Psalms. I find it difficult to read poetry of any kind. I have a hard time slowing down and soaking in the meaning, seeing the poem as a whole. I try to read poetry like other texts, not like poetry is intended to be read, but I long to understand that God has given us an abundance of meaning in the dense language of poetry in the Bible.
After recently listening to a podcast on reading Biblical poetry, I’ve been challenged to read poetry slowly and intentionally, so this morning I sat down with these verses. The setup was beautiful. I woke up before the rest of my household, took my Bible and a cup of tea out to a swing in my backyard, and literally sat with the poem. When it spoke of the sky, I looked at the sky. I charted it’s rising and setting in my mind. I imagined it in brightness and fullness, and also in storm and power. I pictured the night sky and it’s starry expanse. I thought about what the sun means to humans, to my garden, to the ability of life to flourish. The longer I sat, the more I was catching metaphors and comparisons, and the bigger my understanding of the skies as a metaphor for God’s glory became.
It’s kind of silly, but the lyrics of Tim McGraw’s song, “My Little Girl” popped into my head. Singing about the man that will someday come into his daughter’s life, he says,
“Someday some boy will come and ask me for your hand,
but I won’t say yes to him unless I know
He’s the half that makes you whole
And he has a poet’s soul.”
I long for a poet’s soul. I want to be able to soak in the beauty of the word. About a third of the Bible is made up of poetry, so this is kind of an important thing.
Then I thought of a morning a few weeks ago. I invited a friend to wake up early with me to try to capture some sunrise landscape pictures. Geordan is a college student home on break, so I thought it was pretty cool that she was willing to leave before 6:00 in the morning to go on this crazy task. It ended up being a cruddy morning for a sunrise, overcast and foggy. We were driving all over the place, scoping for something interesting. Even though we didn’t see a brilliant sunrise, we noticed rolling fields, quaint communities, and birds in flight. Geordan said something that has stuck with me. She said, “when you are looking to take a picture, you start to notice beauty everywhere.”
As I looked at the sky this morning, her words came back to me. With a lens to your eye, you notice things. You see light differently. Something that would normally just be the background to your day becomes extraordinary. I long for a photographer’s eye when I look at the world around me.
The third thing that struck me this morning was something I noticed about my son this summer. We were at a campfire at my parent’s house, which is out on a farm, and we were lying back looking at the stars. My son has been very interested in space lately, making lego spaceships, reading books about astronauts, and watching documentaries on space travel. But the act of simply looking up into the night sky produced a wonder in him that none of those other things could compare too. He was awestruck.
I long for the wonder of a child. Sometimes I think I have things figured out, but I need to see things anew and realize just how small I am in a big world that our amazing God has created. And to think, the God who created all of this loves me with a love I can’t even fathom.

I can’t say I have become a poetry connoisseur, but I’m hoping to approach Biblical poetry in a more intentional way. I long for three things when I approach God’s word: 1. the soul of a poet, 2. the eye of a photographer, and 3. the wonder of a child. I want to see the abundance of beauty God has given us.