Friday, August 25, 2017

Of Favoured 'Let'

The Author and the Finisher
Of bloom that buds and breaks
From womb of earth
To tomb of dirt
That fills the seed with weight
Of harvest-hymn,
And laden limb
Of fruit and lisping lay
Of winds that sweep
From deep to deep
To blow summer away
Of vines that twist
Where pines mist-kissed
Cast shadow-citadels
Of tides that roll
Through heart and soul
In hellos and farewells
Of cups that drip
With fellowship
Of mercies ever new
Of brooks that gush
And pinkly blush
Neath skies of twilight hue
The Author and the Finisher
Of season song and thus
Though we forget
His favoured ‘Let
He never forgets us

© Janet Martin

 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Psalm 103:2

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