Friday, December 14, 2012

Of Miracles and Majesty





Borne on a Hand eye cannot see
A miracle unfurls
Upon a formless canopy
Above a slumbering world

The Artist spreads His master-piece
Across the silent deep
As miracles of hope increase
And draw us from our sleep

Proof of His grace breathes on the dark
And melts its shroud away
The sojourner beneath embarks
Upon another day

Borne on a Hand we cannot see
A miracle unfurls
As mercy’s glorious majesty

© Janet Martin

Watching the dawn unfold...
from deep dark nothings
pink, blue and gold 
unfurl
Miraculous Masterpiece...


  

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