Of Half-Masterpieces

Pen cannot full-capture

What thought’s spirit cries

With humble word-stature

Still, the poet tries

The cocoon of nature

Frees its butterflies

Words cannot paint Rapture

But the poet tries

With the will of warrior

Ink-shod fervor plies

Scaling heaven’s foothills

Reaching for its skies

…to unravel glimpses

With word-twist and curve

Awed half-masterpieces

Of the God we serve

© Janet Martin

I leaned out of the window as we drove down back-roads,

 straining to capture God-poetry too awesome for words…

 

 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1