The Whisper of His Outer Fringes

The shadow of His Holy Majesty

Imbues the lowly filament of sod

As nature’s faithful handiwork of God

Stuns the spectator to humility

He threads the bud upon the dormant tree

And probes the seed within earth’s patient clutch

As barren flourishes beneath His touch

Where bird and leaf-song swells in harmony

Each cloud He spills inspires rainbow hue

As petal-cups are filled with fragrant hope

Delighting winter’s weary stricken slope

With violet, daffodil and meadow-rue

The whisper of His outer fringes quells

The babble of our vain, repulsive selves

© Janet Martin

 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