Thursday, August 18, 2011

Perfect Artistry

The edge of the moon is smudged tonight
A sleepy half-closed eye
The song of crickets rise and fall
In a perpetual lullaby

The wheat field, gold in noon-day sun
Has donned a muted shawl
The silhouette of elm and pine
Against night’s deepness sprawl

Starlight in a dazzling sea
Falls from a heavenly hand
The lambent wind sighs through the trees
...croons o’er the whitewashed land

The lazy river lies subdued
Beneath the silver moon
As earth is drenched in solitude
And midnight’s lonesome tune

Oh God, Your perfect artistry
To none we can compare
And then, to think that You love me…
…Oh God, accept my prayer…


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