Friday, August 29, 2014

Matrix of Majesty

 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands...Ps.19:1

Oh, matrix of yon skies
Oh, heaven-madrigal
No lens or pen descries
The fullness of it all

From dark of darkest deep
In God’s celestial span
While we were all asleep
Your birth to earth began

Then God said, let there be
And from that outer-where
A glimpse of majesty
Embellishes the air

No lens or pen can draw
From man’s wee porch of sod
Dawn's essence of pure awe
…the majesty of God

© Janet Martin

I kept clicking more and more photos trying to capture the 'It' factor, when suddenly it dawned on me no pen or lens can fully descry I AM

(30 min. later...)

 The heavens declare the glory of God,
    and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. 
 Day to day pours out speech,
    and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
    whose voice is not heard. 
 Their voice goes out through all the earth,
    and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun, 
     which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
    and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy. 
 Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
    and its circuit to the end of them,
    and there is nothing hidden from its heat.

Ps. 19:1-6

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