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Wednesday, August 7, 2019

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.
I know that there is nothing better for men than to rejoice and do good while they live,…
Eccles.3:10-12

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