Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Of Half-Masterpieces

Pen cannot full-capture
What thought’s spirit cries
With humble word-stature
Still, the poet tries

The cocoon of nature
Frees its butterflies
Words cannot paint Rapture
But the poet tries

With the will of warrior
Ink-shod fervor plies
Scaling heaven’s foothills
Reaching for its skies

…to unravel glimpses
With word-twist and curve
Awed half-masterpieces
Of the God we serve

© Janet Martin

I leaned out of the window as we drove down back-roads,
 straining to capture God-poetry too awesome for words…

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

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