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