Love's Poetry

   

Nature resides within Love’s poetry

Each season climaxes then fades into

Its successor in splendid filigree

Of bud, leaf-laced or barren limb on blue

As beauty blends with beauty, spring to spring

Stunning anew the spectator of sod

For every season spills its offering

In shameless praise to its Creator God

There is no fairest of them all; each one

In turn unfolds its wonder to our gaze

We bow in awe to touch dawn’s frost-kissed lawn

Then turn to watch the sunset’s dying blaze

And soon another season’s worth is gone

Faint flicker in a soon-forgotten haze

Mortality rests in this Poet too

His hand sustains; to doubt is paltry shame

The Artist of ten-thousand shades of blue

Knows and beckons to each of us by name

We cannot know and understand His thought

But look; to every season He imbues

The colors that by Him alone are wrought

We stand amazed within Love’s hallowed hues

For everywhere the beauty of the Lord

In spite of our ignorance, abounds

Oh Victor, not of violence or of sword

Brings beauty to the broken; He confounds

Our stuttering; we cannot breathe a word

Within His poetry we are restored

© Janet Martin

 …that they would seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us; for in Him we live and move and exist, as even some of your own poets have said, 'For we also are His children.' "Being then the children of God, we ought not to think that the Divine Nature is like gold or silver or stone, an image formed by the art and thought of man.…Acts 17: 27-29

Job 12:10
In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.