Completely and perfectly awed
By the grand handiwork of God
Dusk draws our eyes westward until
Day falls beneath earth’s windowsill
Night snuffs its picture like a flame
That disappears from whence it came
Where we are left to contemplate
The crumb-sum on time’s dinner plate
Like moments turned to memories
From joy’s startling complexities
How holes and hues of happiness
Transform our views of more and less
How wealth is not in what we hold
But in the worth of moment-gold
And how we are too very small
To cup the wonder of it all
Completely and perfectly awed
By the grand handiwork of God
Awe’s oceans seem to rush the heart
Insisting on becoming art
And so, we sing, paint, pen and gaze
Until oceans turn into praise
© Janet Martin
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