Sunday, June 4, 2017

No Matter Where We Look...

It trembles in green leaf aloft
In petals, perfume-skinned
It wafts in salutations soft
As whispers on the wind

It spills across the still of dusk
From skeins of silken gold
It spurs the seed that stirs the dust
With harvest’s hidden hold

In pearl of dew and furl of dark
On heavens endless sweep
Its morning does not miss its mark
Nor find its Bard asleep

It spirals in a star of snow
And chuckles in a brook
It trembles where bloom-banners blow
Or nod in wooded nook

It draws the eye to where it rolls
In oceanic wave
With solemn sanction it cajoles
The lilies on a grave

With flourish of a phantom pen
It fills the furrowed field
It nourishes the roar of men
With mercy-mentored yield

No matter where we look we see
On sky or sea or sod
Its kind familiarity
...the signature of God

© Janet Martin

 He alone stretches out the heavens and treads on the waves of the sea.
Job 9:8

1 comment:

  1. So true and beautifully said. Thank you


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