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Thursday, May 7, 2020

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



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