Thursday, May 31, 2018


A very fine finish to the final day of May...
 after lots of rain-song...

 ...lots of sun-song too!
 Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad;
    let the sea resound, and all that is in it. 
 Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;
    let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. 
 Let all creation rejoice before the Lord,

He strums the barren branch; beneath his touch leaf-song is born
From bars of moon and stars He carves virginity of morn
He runs his fingers ‘cross the strings of grass and willow harp
And startles us with orchestral arrangements after dark
…and should man’s boast play host to Self; forgetting what He grants
He humbles us with stumbles in the middle of the dance

His compositions play on twilight’s shadow-smitten sweep
In soft-as-kitten serenade He lulls the world to sleep
Then with dawn’s sun-gold trumpet He raises life’s battle-cry
And rouses us from slumber to give love another try
…and should we leap without a nod to God for mercy’s gong
Sometimes He orders a ‘time-out’ so we don’t miss The Song

He tunes the air of common care with wonder to behold
Masterpiece after masterpiece from field and firth unfold
And never, even for an eight-note does he shut His eyes
Or ever for a quaver turn a deaf ear to our cries
…but with perfect precision, like only gracious God can
He orchestrates His flawless timing to the likes of man

Holy, holy, all nature streams in perfect harmony
The river gleams; its lyrics ripple to the rolling sea
And every seed according to its kind out-pours a hymn
Of worship to the One who infiltrates the budded limb
…where everywhere we look we see the atheist impugned
The Maestro of earth’s music moves through choruses, fine-tuned

He meters mercy over mercy; lavishes the lea
With season after season of breath stealing melody
A ballad breathed in blossoms to the darlings of His gaze
A bluebell benediction and a harvest hymn of praise
… a wind-song, rain-song, sea-song, love song’s languid ebb and flow
To cheer the pioneer with hope as by His grace we go

© Janet Martin


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