And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper
we hear of him!
Who then can understand the thunder of his power?"
Job 26:14
The Sculptor of mist
Where shadows untwist
Intangible menageries
Wakens in the heart
Sweet love for the art
Of simple ‘almost memories’
The Artist of air
That sets morn a-flare
Before its wick wanes on the west
Ushers to touch-taste
Meeker rev’rence and grace
Aware of time’s delicate zest
The Painter of awe
On determined law
Showcases so much come-to-pass
And makes moments feel
Like wisps on a reel
Serrated with feathers and glass
The Maestro of days
Wills ways to amaze
Even the most atheistic host
And makes us aware
That Someone Somewhere
Is bigger than man’s boldest boast
The sole/soul Author of
Life’s greatest gift; love
Allots and allows us to see
A glimpse, just a glimpse
Where earth-and-sky hints
At impressions of Majesty
© Janet Martin
"The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven
and earth
and does not live in temples built by human hands.
Acts 17:24
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