Golden fronds fall from the robe of an angel
Gilding earth's valleys, blue-brimming with mist
Into the meadow a King spills his riches
Diamonds of daylight in every dew-kiss
Brook binds its sash across spring's emerald garments
Through wood-land temples and out to the sea
Forgotten ponds burst with born-again nuance
Turquoise-jade patches on earth’s rugged knee
Gentle breeze rouses the bird from its slumber
Nature’s choristers fill silence with praise
'Sing to the Lord a new song, for His goodness
Draws from the darkness life's measure of days
Yester's red sun, as it slipped from our visage
Tugged from time's fingers our idol of clay
Now, as a symbol of Heaven-kind mercy
Light fills the hollow of night with new day
Merciful Master-piece dazzles earth's acre
Where grace allows us a dot on time’s sands
Thankfulness throbs in meek prayer to our Maker
We feel His Presence soft-touching our hands
© Janet Martin
It is not difficult to see His beauty on a morning like this…
Hoping to be more present eventually...the nice weather compels us to be outdoors tackling long overdue to-do lists!
This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps. 118:24
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