All, But This

 This snowy winter is allowing for new 'firsts', like cross-country skiing after supper beneath sunset skies! Skiing is a great time to meditate...

 Ah, Thou art He who spoke into existence land and sea

And everything therein; above, beneath, the night and day

Fair, fragile frond, reed-studded pond and mountain majesty

Soft silver snowflake sparkle, dusk, as daylight fades away

Your Hand touches Time’s treadle; moments course in seamless tide

As seasons spill their petals; moon, sun, stars Thy edict heed

Our thought cannot in full traverse this sod to sky divide  

But wonders at the One who every law of it decreed

Oh, Thou art He who watches from a high and holy place

Yet not with shouted threats of doom for our inherent sin

Your love and mercy pours unbounded in each day of grace

And whispers to us tenderly from soul-space deep within

For Thou art He who gave Himself, sin’s sacrifice and died

So man may live; you came to earth Your every law to prove

Then as redemption poured in red its need was satisfied

In You, who spoke to being All but this; a Father’s Love

© Janet Martin