Where Nothing New Exists...

In unexpected places nature graces us with awe

Each day is like a window-seat where what we thought we saw

Is unlike anything we’ve seen; as bud and berm untwists

And we are taken by surprise where nothing new exists

Look up; look down, then all around, there is no second place

In nature’s gallery each entry is a masterpiece

Where halls of hill and field exhibit Wonder free of charge

And we are to be pitied most if we miss God at large

This is the stomping ground where Ancient Covenant abides

As long as earth remains heaven unchains its season-tides

And we, like pioneers discover for ourselves, amour

Because no one has worn the skin that we are in before

Hello, ye yellow Sun-flower, farewell, spring-summer-fall

Look down; look up, time’s testament is like a madrigal

Its penmanship of trembling lip and Hunger’s tug-of-heart

Draws from an age-old inkwell, Original works of art

© Janet Martin

 That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.

Eccles.1:9