Premeditated Praise

 A rare not pre-planned day so I went on a few-hour trek...

The good part of living where all the neighbors are friend/family

is the free reign to any 'back-forty' one wishes to wander;-)

...and ponder the somber shades of life as well as the glory-glints!

The Creator tints every single slope... with Hope. 

Hallelujah, even when the scene is blurred with tears stars!

Oh, isn’t He just Someone to behold

He washes out the dark with seas of gold

The leafless tree is decked in diamond dust

And yet…somehow we are averse to trust

Oh, isn’t He just Someone to adore

His majesty no mortal can ignore

He gathers up the ashes of spent fire

And scatters it ‘neath dashes of desire

Where footloose, fancy-free soon snares its feet

On vines bent with Time’s treasure, bittersweet

For oft the rush of who-what-when-why-how

Makes us forget His gift of here and now

Oh, isn’t He just Someone to applaud

No one and nothing can compare to God

For who of us the art of earth begets

Or boasts because the sun rises and sets

Oh isn’t He just Someone to entrust

With life’s soul-suffused follicle of dust?

Where in and out of season His design

Births bud that bears the fruit that bends the vine

© Janet Martin