Friday, May 30, 2014

May Morning...(an oldie re-vamped)

Golden fronds fall from the robe of an angel
 Gilding earth's valleys, blue-brimming with mist
  Into the meadow a King spills his riches 
Diamonds of daylight in every dew-kiss

Brook binds its sash across spring's emerald garments
Through wood-land temples and out to the sea
Forgotten ponds burst with born-again nuance
Turquoise-jade patches on earth’s rugged knee

Gentle breeze rouses the bird from its slumber
Nature’s choristers fill silence with praise
'Sing to the Lord a new song, for His goodness
Draws from the darkness life's measure of days

Yester's red sun, as it slipped from our visage
Tugged from time's fingers our idol of clay 
Now, as a symbol of Heaven-kind mercy
Light fills the hollow of night with new day

  Merciful Master-piece dazzles earth's acre
Where grace allows us a dot on time’s sands
Thankfulness throbs in meek prayer to our Maker
  We feel His Presence soft-touching our hands

© Janet Martin

It is not difficult to see His beauty on a morning like this…
Hoping to be more present eventually...the nice weather compels us to be outdoors tackling long overdue to-do lists!

This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps. 118:24

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