Monday, November 6, 2017

To He Who Fills The Rill...

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. 
Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food. 
If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world; 
let’s fix that today–with this poem. 
Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

The first praise poem is to Faithful God...
Without the hope of heaven there would be no comfort for those who mourn!
 Our thoughts and prayers are with all those after the horror of this shooting

 "These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. 
In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."
John 16:33



To He who fills rill, firth and fount with silver madrigal
Who probes the nucleus of seed soon heaped in harvest hymn
Who orchestrates the quartet of winter-spring-summer-fall
And breaks the bud that bleeds a lake of leaf-song from its limb

…who tunes tree-tress with zephyr-sigh and dusky lullabies
The choir He conducts is flawless in its harmony
Where assonance and dissonance captivates ears and eyes
Of onlookers dumbfounded by this Maestro’s majesty

To He who keeps kind order where chaos and carnage rage
He turns the page; a music-sheet of mercy mediates
Grace lights the wick, ignites the quick of new day to earth’s stage
While we wage wars of what and why, He never deviates

To He whose love will never fail though we wail; this world’s woe
Would be far more than we could bear without the word of God
The Overcomer of this World is greater than the foe
Thus He, Hope’s Holy Deity we extol and applaud

© Janet Martin





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