Rare Thread

  

1Thus says the LORD, "Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool. 

 Where then is a house you could build for Me?

 And where is a place that I may rest? 

"For My hand made all these things, 

Thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD. 

"But to this one I will look, 

To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, 

and who trembles at My word.…

Isa.66:1-2 

Mankind is held, beheld, beloved

By One we cannot see

Save in the thousand-thousand ways

He grants glimpses for free

Beneath, above and all around

There’s no denying this

No matter where on earth we look

The God of Heaven IS

We, on God’s footstool, must admit

Nobody can detail

The oracle of instinct, save

By He who does not fail

The thread of Miracle is love

Before the world began

The Master of Time's essence wove

A most mirac'lous plan

Should it not make us tremble then

His miracles enthrall

We, held, beheld and beloved by

The Weaver of it all

© Janet Martin

 PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem.