Awe's Treasure Hunt

 I remarked to my sister this morning that sometimes I mourn 

the myriad beauties I miss because one must sleep!

 I am reading Stars Come Out Within  by Jean Little

as she recounts her battle with worsening eyesight 

that pushes her to the edge of blindness!

It renews thankfulness for the gift of sight!

Here are a few thrills I witnessed this week...

Each day ought to be a treasure hunt for awe
whether outward or when stars come out within.

I know a place where wild trees bloom unseen by living soul

We witness much but still only the fringe of wonder’s whole

The tender touch that begets beauty’s manifold hurrah

Makes getting up each morning like a treasure hunt for awe

Where momentarily I might mourn for majesties missed

But cannot sorrow long where a new throng of thrills untwists

Like mist that drapes earth’s eastward edge as morn’s heavens declare

The glory of Creator God who gilds this thoroughfare

With beauties none can number or find ink enough to pen

But be glad we have eyes to behold again and again

And vow to never simply look, but let sight’s mercy spur

A hymn of thankfulness to Beauty’s Divine Creator

© Janet Martin