Thursday, February 25, 2021

Awe's Oceanic Aftermath=Art aka Worship

 

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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