Sunday, July 12, 2015

Three Sweetest Words I Know...

Oh, say those words again
Slow, soft like easy rain
Or like the stirring zephyr-song
Strumming the golden grain

Or spin them like a sigh
Of cloud-wisp drifting by
As we behold the treasure of
This trove we call July

And press upon thought’s slate
Earth’s lily-laden plate
Or hills mantled in mists of morn
…the brook’s unhurried gait

….the daisy-dappled heath
The hour like a wreath
Of butterflies and blue-hung skies
With bare-foot child beneath

…the dew-drenched field and fell
The bloom embellished dell
The sandbox full of boys and noise
Heedless of Time’s gavel

…the shushing canopy
Of summer’s full-leaf tree
That flings its shade like nature’s quilt
And seeks our company

So, say those words soft-slow
Before The Letting Go
‘It is July, it is July’
The sweetest words I know

© Janet Martin

In the book Little Men Louisa May Alcott begins a chapter with the words It was July...because it is July those words struck a chord... 

 The sunrise seemed like a seamless continuance of last night's sunset...

Wishing you a worship-full weekend as we adore, not creation but its Creator!

Praise the Lord, all you nations;
    extol him, all you peoples. 
 For great is his love toward us,
    and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever.

Praise the Lord.


1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem and lovely photos. "The daisy dappled heath..." was my favorite stanza; and the sunset between the wheat my favorite photo.


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