Of Intimate Enclosures

The intimate enclosure of the earth beneath the sky

Where walked the sons and daughters of ages before our Time

Evokes in us a kinship with the seasons that sweep by

As we take our turn at being drawn to nature’s rhyme

…to drink the potent nectar from Moment’s gossamer bloom

To be inebriated by sheer wonder’s thund’rous hush

While we are overtaken by a Presence in the room

As He walks in the garden unimpressed by man’s mad rush

…where if we want to make the most of our numbered days

We should take off our shoes to watch pink ribbons thread the sky

The holy ground we stand on ought to tremble with meek praise

As we worship the One who grants entrance to you and I

Pause, while dusk’s apricot gauze drapes the window to the world

Be overwhelmed with beauty as we sense His hand brush by

For we, awed witnesses behold God’s masterpiece unfurled

To intimate enclosures of the earth beneath the sky

© Janet Martin