Monday, August 4, 2014

Summer's Signature





Sweet Summer scrawls its signature into Time’s tired dust
With wordless wonder; it is ageless God who holds the quill
As we marvel anew at bronze and emerald; wanderlust
Inspires us to seek the solace of a bloom-bathed hill

…or tea-time in the garden whilst we bask in memories
Midst cricket-canticle and dreams that never did come true
We lift our eyes to touch the sighs of walnut-canopies
Its roof is full of holes where bits of blue and gold spill through

The wasteland of our worry cannot compete with God’s grace
He spreads across earth’s sod a patch-work quilt of hope and need
Then, did our wanting suddenly ignite a song of praise
To know our days are numbered by the Hand that fills the seed?

Sweet summer scrawls its signature in zinnia, larkspur, rose
Its penmanship too delicate for man to imitate
As we ponder the poetry of nature-perfect prose
 We know that we believe the proof that agnostics debate

© Janet Martin






For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen. Rom.11:36

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