Stop; pause because the world is full of a-a-h-s and o-o-h-s
and such
And if we do not pause to look again, we miss too much
God’s glory-touch is etched against the colors of the day
Where backdrops to our o-o-h-s and ah-h-s are blush-blue-gold and gray
Stop; pause where awe is manifested in love-notes we find
To compose melodies which play the harp-strings of the mind
So pause, because we cannot see the myriad of joys
Waiting for sweet discovery amidst life’s busy noise
The puddle is a mirror and a masterpiece of sky
The sidewalk is a canvas where loosed leaf of autumn lies
The child is full of why, the wild with winds unfettered
jest
The dark is full of lullaby, the dawn with mercy’s Best
Stop; pause, because the world is full of awe if we but look
Perfection in a flake of snow, reflection in a brook
A wonderland of miracles too manifold for phrase
Are waiting for the likes of us to honor it with praise
To find among the hum-drum beat of Duty’s stringent laws
God-reasons to be joyful if we take the time to pause
© Janet Martin
"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!