Monday, October 28, 2013

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.

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