Aren't you glad the sky is beyond our reach?!
One place no one can make a mess of or try to add a 'personal touch':)
One place no one can make a mess of or try to add a 'personal touch':)
Beyond the hands of humankind
The heavens spread, unscathed, unmarred
To thrill the ilk of you and I
With trays, blue-gray-blush, silver-starred
We, more than ellipses of awe
And dust-lust, cup Myst’ry; It lies
Beneath the crepe that drapes the jaw
That shapes the chin tipped to yon skies
Where God grants glimpses to this globe
Of His unrivaled Majesty
The hemline of Time’s teeny robe
Trails across Infinity
(last two stanzas optional,
to finish this poem..not optional in life;-)
(last two stanzas optional,
to finish this poem..not optional in life;-)
…where ‘no beginning and no end’
Evades the grasp of you and me
Meager Thought cannot comprehend
The compass of eternity
Beyond the hands of humankind
Heaven expands, a grand Buffet
To thrill the ilk of you and I
Until the thread of Time gives way
© Janet Martin
He speaks to the sun and it does not shine;
he seals off the light of the stars.
He alone stretches out the heavens
and treads on the waves of the sea.
He is the Maker of the Beara
and Orion,
the Pleiades and the constellations of the south.
He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed,
miracles that cannot be counted.
When he passes me, I cannot see him;
when he goes by, I cannot perceive him.
If he snatches away, who can stop him?
Who can say to him, ‘What are you doing?’
Job 9:7-12
oh this is beautiful - right from your title and your observation - aren't you glad the sky is beyond our reach and right through to the last line
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