looking up

Things certainly look too different in the light. It is only then you'd realise the precarious position you were once in – when you prod around in the dark, your vision is only limited to how good your eyesight is. No one can see very far in the dark anyway.

trace the wilderness beyond the tracks;
catch sand falling through its cracks

a mighty smack – ah!

out comes dust in its tiny speck.

It's only in the recent years that I've started looking up (in all sense of the word, yes), and every single day I can't help but marvel all over again at the ever-changing coats of paint that are skies.

How important it is to be walking in the Light. Not only are you able to see where you're going, but you will know where you're headed and most importantly, assuredly so – because it is none other than the Creator of light that leads and guides you. How wonderful indeed!

[3] When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,

the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

[4] what is man that you are mindful of him,

and the son of man that you care for him?

(Psalm 8:3-4 ESV)