His Poetry

  

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Wonderful wonder of God’s poetry

Images of His generosity

Unworthy yet without cost He bestows

To our gaze first the bud, then the rose

Beneath our feet, overhead, all around

God’s poetry spills in fathoms unbound

No man can trump Divine God, though he tries

Nature’s plethora stuns and mystifies

Who can define what was born by His word

God poetry leaves mankind humbled and stirred

Summer and winter and all in-between

Russet and silver, gold, blue, umber, green

Better is little with wisdom to see

Than much that blinds us to God’s poetry

Wealth of His wonder wakens us from within

Succors our longing with glimpses of Him

Not always by what our visage can prove

But by His intrinsic whispers of love

Wonderful Wonder of God’s poetry

We its recipient, though unworthy

Lilting and lolling, love-song, lullaby

Filling our senses with, ‘God, who am I

That you should love us so generously

Lavishing lifetimes with your poetry?’

© Janet Martin