Monday, April 8, 2013

The Whisper of His Outer Fringes




The shadow of His Holy Majesty
Imbues the lowly filament of sod
As nature’s faithful handiwork of God
Stuns the spectator to humility

He threads the bud upon the dormant tree
And probes the seed within earth’s patient clutch
As barren flourishes beneath His touch
Where bird and leaf-song swells in harmony

Each cloud He spills inspires rainbow hue
As petal-cups are filled with fragrant hope
Delighting winter’s weary stricken slope
With violet, daffodil and meadow-rue

The whisper of His outer fringes quells
The babble of our vain, repulsive selves

© Janet Martin

 And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper we hear of him! Who then can understand the thunder of his power?" Job 26:14



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