Isn't It Just Perfect?

Isn’t it just perfect; the colors on God’s brush

Never seem to run awry or dribble quite a muck

He touches to earth’s canvas masterpieces; frame on frame

Filling the universe with glimpses of His sacred name

Isn’t it just perfect; turquoise, periwinkle, tangerine

Who can boast of canvas ether blue and earthy-green?

Or who, with thought can breathe to Being beauty beyond word

Where only blindest ignorance fails to see Heaven stirred

Isn’t it just perfect; how His pages fit just right?

One melts into the next in seamless season-appetite  

As He hangs from time’s trestles wonderment to rare for pen

Yet, we cannot stay silent as He stuns our gaze again

Isn’t it just perfect; how a bit of sky and sod

Overwhelms the heart with worship as we witness Holy God

Brushing His Light on darkness, masterpieces, ageless, new

Oh, isn’t it just perfect, what the hand of God can do?

© Janet Martin