A Heavenly Sky

One of the (many) things I love about our life here in Herefordshire is the beauty of the sky. At night it is inky black or dark blue, and the moon and the stars stud it with silver. This morning it is a luminous blue and pink, with touches of orange and white where sun and cloud meet. Even when it is grey with mist and cloud, it has an airy, clean grandeur about it. It is country sky: bluff, no-nonsense, vast, seen whole, not glimpsed among skyscrapers.

It is easy to see why the sky has become a symbol of heaven. Its purity, silence, and utter loveliness may be tantalisingly beyond our reach, but we see them and feel their power. Have you never wanted to immerse yourself in the sky, be lost in its blueness, or is that something you left behind with your childhood? The sky reminds us of that which is so much bigger and better than anything we can think or imagine. Our ideas of God are too little, too much like ourselves. Look up at the sky and let them expand. God fills not just this Universe but everything that is.


9 thoughts on “A Heavenly Sky”

  1. And, it is dry so far. Always a bonus when working outside on electricity ! Unfortunately the street lights blur my night sky so your description reminds me of memories from Lincolnshire and Ochaby, Poland.

  2. As a fellow Herefordshire-dweller I totally agree with you, Sr Catherine…the skies here really are quite stunning! Even the act of raising one’s eyes or head to look up at the beauty seems to be an act of prayer in itself.

  3. “In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens.” In an age of hopelessness they call it simply “space.” Peter Kreeft

  4. When I find the thought of the immensity of God and space of eternity difficult for my finite, earthbound mind to comprehend, the vastness and beauty of “the heavens” give me courage to believe in the infinite. Thank you, as ever, Sister, for your wise and helpful words – and your prayers!

  5. Lost in wondor love and space Job 38:Have you ever given orders to the morning,or shown the dawn its place, “Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?Can you loosen Orion’s belt? Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasonsor lead out the Bear with its cubs? Do you know the laws of the heavens?Can you set up God’s dominion over the earth?

  6. It’s lovely when you can view the night sky without the light pollution that goes with urban living.

    I spent many nights out on moors and lonely places on military exercises. And, we were in darkness for obvious reasons – a stint on guard duty meant being alert to all that went on around you. The night sky (if not clouded) was always beautiful.

    The blue daylight sky is also beautiful, but I’ve often got too many distractions – I much prefer the peace and quiet of the night sky – somehow it brings you a little closer to God.

  7. Being told that ‘this’ is beautiful does not have much meaning until, one day, it bursts upon you, as it did for me as a city child first experiencing the night sky in open country during WWII. Suddenly, you know what they all meant! All these years later, the memory is still vivid, while lots in between has faded.

  8. Lovely post Catherine – thank you.
    Whenever the pressures and demands of life build up on me, I try to go out and look at the star filled sky at night – even in light polluted London, on a starry night, the stars remind me of the vastness of God and suddenly all the worries and pressures are put into a wider perspective.
    Recently, while camping I witnessed a shooting star – priceless.

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