Ode to Goodness

"Thank Goodness for the unfailing things."

commented a friend on the previous post...

Amen!

Here is an Ode to Goodness

Where not so long ago I lost my heart

on a snow-canvas of blue shadow-art

one mysterious little critter left a trail of

heart-shaped tracks in the snow, as far as the eye could go...

I used the advantages of ink to 

open this poem with a buttercup meadow😊

Doesn't just saying the word 'buttercup' make the day feel brighter?!

Buttercups spilling like sparkles of sun 

Over a meadow of flora, fresh-spun 

Where not so long ago I lost my heart 

On a snow-canvas of blue-shadow art 

Creation cannot deny He who spills 

Four season splendour to hollows and hills 

Jack-frosted window-pane, plush, blushing morn 

Dreams running rampant in gardens reborn 

Time is a flutter, a gilt butterfly 

Winter-spring-summer-and-autumn, oh my 

Over and over, earth’s flower is wrought 

By what the Father of nature has taught 

Light shatters darkness at break of Today 

Nothing can keep what God promised, at bay 

We gape as if we have never beheld 

Amethyst mist with molten oceans meld 

Goodness and Mercy will never betray 

Hearts that have humbled their will to His way 

The surface showcases blush-blue-gold-green 

While faith embraces The Sacred Unseen 

Larks lift their lyrics without second-guess 

Hark! Can you hear it? Perfect happiness 

Winter's hearth flickers with quickening cheer 

Of warmth and welcome to all who draw near 

Leave to the atheist, spec, blind and rude 

Futile debates of love misunderstood 

Better to marvel where beauty confirms 

Goodness to we, little better than worms 

Snow-flowers shower the bower with stars 

Gazillion sequins bedeck brumal bars 

Where Old Man Winter will yield to the charm 

Of a fair, golden-haired lass on his arm 

Rivers will gurgle and giggle, set free 

Out through the wide-open veldt to the sea 

Farmers will whistle and mothers will sing 

Throwing back shutters to welcome in spring 

Robins will warble and buds will unfold 

Pink-petal miracles, green, purple, gold 

Woodlands will brandish fresh notes from each limb 

As nature heralds the Bard of the hymn 

Seeds will astonish as we watch them grow 

Specks small and brownish God’s power will show 

Unfathomed increase, our hunger to feed 

Divine Providence contained in a seed 

No one can thwart what the Lord sets in place 

Evil will never be greater than grace 

Seasons will never be left to ‘perhaps’ 

*Hear how the hill sings and how the tree claps 

Lilies will never forget how to bloom 

Consider He who arranges the loom 

That weaves the fabric that so clothes the field 

That breathes the wonder whereby hearts are healed 

That woos the worship from we, always caught 

Between what has been and what yet is not 

That keeps us, still in the thick of the fight 

Cradled in colours of mercy and light 

Where soon the afternoon climbs the last knoll 

Like tilted steeples the blue shadows toll 

Where freeways twinkle with dot-to-dot cars 

Where dusk is waiting to draw down the stars 

Where we are never forsaken by He 

Who trails but fringes of His Majesty, 

Who lowered glory through sky after sky 

Of unplumbed galaxies to you and I 

Praise to the Giver of wonder and mirth 

Praise to the Maker of heaven and earth 

Praise to the riches no miser can hoard 

From God’s abundance of goodness outpoured 

Praise to the Artist of supreme design 

Praise to the way awe and joy intertwine 

Praise to the Author of beauty unflawed 

Praise to the goodness and mercy of God 

© Janet Martin 

Isa.55:12

*You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; 

the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,

 and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.