Thursday, December 27, 2018

Universal Arousal...






Creation throbs with songs and sobs
It flails earth's floor with hail and sleet
Then when the storm is spent it lobs
The flowered heath beneath our feet

Creation surges with a splurge
Of wonderment so great and small
Where birth and death emerge and merge
Into winter, spring, summer, fall

Creation stirs the heart of hearts
Desire at a loss for words
As manifold nature imparts
God’s art in hills, rills, trees and birds

Creation draws us to our knees
It awes us like nothing else can
And wakes us to the Mysteries
Of God within the clod of man

© Janet Martin

 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
John 1:3

This afternoon we were entertained by this woodpecker clinging to a leaf, by all appearances!





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