I don’t want to miss
The way You tip the sky
And pour earth full of color
After slumber’s charcoal sigh
You spill all around us
A still-life madrigal
And I don’t want to miss
Its wonder-bliss free-fall
...how it can pour
Like a holy shower
And drip from the edges
Of leaf and flower
Haste steals the taste
Of worship from my tongue
Where miracle-petals
Of mercy are flung
And I don’t want to miss
Being utterly awed
In a world of Masterpieces
Signed, yours truly, God
© Janet Martin
Happy Weekend. May it be filled with wonder/worship !
Just beautiful, Janet.
ReplyDeletethank-you:) Dayle, and don't some of His signatures spills in pudgy little 'cupcakes?'
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Just found you, and loved reading that gorgeous poem... my kind of poetry... I shall be back to see you again, hugs from across the pond for sharing those lovely words.. J
ReplyDeleteI hope to see you soon! thank-you so much for dropping by and for your kind words...
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