Nothing Too Small For God's Touch

Trying to finish a morning-poem near midnight is...interesting😉

an attempt to revive blurred recollections of wonder!

(...somehow today just whooshed away!)

These bejeweled, webbed pine-needles are mesmerizing!

The earth, as old as Time seems new and young

Where birth of day chimes heaven’s wooing gong

Man’s wonder-hunger brims and overflows

God’s glory gilds the plainest meadow-rose

With not one blade or frond or leaf too slight

To wear the diamonds that fell over night

And fill the heart of man with praise and prayer

To He whose signature is everywhere

Then when the common cares of life resume

And almost we forget the dew-kissed bloom

Or how the sun broke through the bars of night

To fill the dark with the return of Light

And when we start to slip into a sigh

Or let the tear of fear near-dim the eye

God help us to consider and recall

How, for Your touch no whisper is too small

© Janet Martin

 I have seen the burden that God has laid on men to occupy them.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. 

 He has also set eternity in the hearts of men,  

yet they cannot fathom the work God has done from beginning to end.

I know that there is nothing better for men than to rejoice and do good while they live,…

Eccles.3:10-12