The night the stars fell on November 12, 1833, was accredited to science and named Leonid. Ironically, the nomenclature of science is accredited to the Word that was in-the-beginning. Oh, such is the pride of man when we cannot explain such awe.

“There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for star differs from star in glory.” 1 Corinthians 15:41

The Weight of Glory

“At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.”

"There will be a time when the weight of glory will shatter the pull of gravity…when we put on this, ‘greater glory’, we will know fully that the nature we’re now living through is only the first sketch." – C.S. Lewis

The Night the Stars Fell

A November night in 1833 quietly released the secrets of the sky.
The stars that fell held the ancient prophecy of the Lion who overcomes. 
In his mercy, he restrains the weight of Leonid's glory. 
For us to behold such splendour, he knows we must ready on our knees.

Heaven's fire balls reveal the hidden glory of the inner glory created in-the-beginning. 
A baptism of fire awaits Eden's beautiful ones, to create anew. 
Longingly, I whisper a cry of lament, to behold a small glimpse of such splendour,

Holy Holy Holy 
Purify my heart Oh Lord, to be worthy to receive your baptism of fire.
Purify my eyes to see the hallowed blue incense hidden in your glory.
Purify my ears to hear the song you scored in the stars,
and purify my mouth to utter praise in awe of your glory.

In your mercy, pull back the veiled pride within, 
On bended knee, remove the burden I carry so I can fully behold the weight of your glory. 
Whisper your Ephaetha, and open my spirit to clearly hear your song of the night.

Awaken me in your dreams to see the fullness of your Leonid choir, 
and with outstretched arms, release my lips in a song of praise. 

In chorus with the stars you both named and know by name, 
let us sing our doxology of praise to both the Lion and the Lamb, 'Holy, Holy, Holy' 


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Leonid will once again fall in the fullness of splendour and the glory of The Lion of Judah will overcome, and a new song will be birthed.

“While the morning stars sang together, all the sons of God sang for joy.” – Job 38:7