In every breath my Lord is there
although we cannot see His face
His glory rends robes of despair
and startles evil with His grace
Before the universe, He was
Before this little gasp called Time
He is; and love’s each sinner thus
in passions holy, pure, sublime
A thousand-thousand times each star
His acts of mercy intercede
He whispers from within our hearts
to fill love's everlasting need
Though fear and doubt afflict, assail,
their darkness cannot over-power
the Love and Light that rend its veil
before Eden’s dejected hour
In every breath my Lord is there
though fools and scoffers mock in scorn
His glory fills the atmosphere
and renders peace amidst life's storm
© Janet Martin
he always whispers within, but then why do sometimes we do not hear him?
ReplyDeletebut as you wrote fear and darkness cant stand much longer
Your poems are always an inspiration, Janet. And what a gorgeous photo. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank-you both of you:)
ReplyDeleteBH, what you say in your comment hinges on something I am mulling in my mind...more later;))