Finessed/Finest Whispers

Who is this who obscures My counsel

by words without knowledge?a

Now brace yourselfb like a man;

I will question you, and you shall inform Me.c

Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?

Tell Me, if you have understanding.

Who fixed its measurements? Surely you know!

 Job 38:2-5

 In your days, have you commanded the morning

or assigned the dawn its place,

that it might spread to the ends of the earth

and shake the wicked out of it? 

Job 38:12-13

 (read the whole glorious chapter of Job 38 here)

Oh, the splendid finesse of a sunrise

Grandly arranged on a canvas of air

No imitation/limitations canst nearly compare

To He who authors the glory of skies

Oh, the gentle caress of earth’s sow’r

Spreading post-winter’s bare table with green

Breaking the bud primed with systems unseen

(We only witness the unfolding flow’r)

Oh, pied grandeur of love’s art gallery

Free for the taking with eyes, not with hands

Unearthing goodness and mercy’s commands

With outer fringes of His majesty

Oh, the stages that showcase the seasons

Where what should be old is new ev’ry time

New as the billow of blossoms that chime

From a belfry of sunbeam and breeze-songs

Oh, the Whisper that wakes more than duty

Probing soul-pockets  still clenched like a fist

Look; as the locket of (human) nature is kissed

It yields and the branch burgeons with beauty

© Janet Martin