God lifts His Voice
and darkness drifts...
into the gift of brand, new day...
God lifts his voice and darkness drifts into the gift of brand, new day
Snow slips and drips into spring’s grinning, winning, thinning hip-hooray
Flawless vision with precision aligns commission of the stars
Wonder thunders, whispers, plunders, drives asunder hunger’s wars
God lifts his Voice; svelte veneers melt beneath the Whisper of the One
Who ordains and orders cosmic borders dwarfing stars, moon and sun
Who causes fire to rain and rain to fall and fall to winter days
Who tires not while we inquire at His higher thoughts and ways
God lifts His Voice; bittersweet charter metes the mortar of the clock
Mercy gushes through ambushes of quicksand around Solid Rock
Mankind rushes, recedes, pushes at brushes beyond our control
Sensing an immense propensity of Mortality to Soul
God lifts His voice; and dawn deploys the sorrow-joys of smile and tear
Until the final crepuscule will frill the hill and disappear
And stars will fall like ripened figs when the wind wildly shakes the tree
God lifts His voice; the earth melts into the scroll of eternity
© Janet Martin
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