I remarked this snowy morning.
But the beauty of it wins me over every time!
And I fall for it; look-find and thinker
Oh, the whole house is swaddled with snow giving it an air of a cozy study/snug!
So I am writing instead of house-working for a bit💗
Earth’s beauty comforts me; God’s autograph run wild
Thrills me with wonder that He is my Father; I, His child
Where earth-and-heavens scope is but the outer fringe
Of who He is our Living Hope and Soul’s Immortal Hinge
Earth’s beauty delights me; where earth’s four-season fare
Ignites a kind of poetry that ink can never snare
Because Creator God is greater than Thought’s bound
He fills the sky and sea and sod with worship’s holy ground
Earth’s beauty assures me of Mercy’s Master Plan
The Lord of nature’s majesty is not deterred by man
And none can thwart the Hand that orders gravity
As seasons obey the command of His Authority
Earth’s beauty reminds me that we are not alone
The Creator of seed's bounty cannot be overthrown
How often unbeknownst His kindness intercedes
Down to His footstool from His throne, He satisfies our needs
Earth’s beauty nurtures me with feasts from love’s buffet
Where troublesome calamity is not the final say
Where this old careworn world is ready for rebirth
As final prophecies unfurl beauty freed from death’s curse
Earth's beauty gladdens me; I thank God for the prize
Of full-coloured nativity and sight befitted eyes
Earth's beauty brims with joy; God's tenderness run wild
And pure as love of baby boy in Bethlehem's Christ-child
© Janet Martin
Isa.66:1-2
Thus says the LORD:
“Heaven is my throne,
and the earth is my footstool;
what is the house that you would build for me,
and what is the place of my rest?
2All these things my hand has made,
and so all these things came to be,
declares the LORD.
But this is the one to whom I will look:
he who is humble and contrite in spirit
and trembles at my word.
“Heaven is my throne,
and the earth is my footstool;
what is the house that you would build for me,
and what is the place of my rest?
2All these things my hand has made,
and so all these things came to be,
But this is the one to whom I will look:
he who is humble and contrite in spirit
and trembles at my word.
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