For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.
This morning, I ran across this story on CNN.
CNN.com - Iceberg 'sings under pressure' - Nov 24, 2005: "BERLIN, Germany (Reuters) -- Scientists monitoring earth movements in Antarctica believe they have found a singing iceberg.Sound waves from the iceberg had a frequency of around 0.5 hertz, too low to be heard by humans, but by playing them at higher speed the iceberg sounded like a swarm of bees or an orchestra warming up, the scientists said."
I can clarify something for the scientists. This song is not a swarm of bees. This song is not a solo. This song is one small part of a symphony that will erupt into a glorious creshendo at the wave of a Conductor's wand. The song - loud since the beginning of time but only recently heard by man - is the prophetic yearning of creation, the subtle vibration of taut strings of hope. And together, we sing...
Sing, O heavens! Be joyful, O earth! And break out in singing, O mountains! For the Lord has comforted His people, And will have mercy on His afflicted.