And they were calling to one another:
“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory.”
Isa.6:3
While I was pushing tot on the swing yesterday
just before dark,
God trailed His glory on sky and sod...
On parchment of sod, sky and sea
God’s glory is extolled
Four seasons filled with majesty
Time’s manuscripts unfold
Without shadow of wondering
The seed beneath the snow
Cradles the quiet thundering
Of birth and spring’s hello
The Creator of nature’s waltz
Grants but a glimpsed prelude
Of He who earth and sky exalts
And we, with gratitude
The beauty of the Lord abounds
With all but Fringe unseen
Until that day when He confounds
With no dark glass between
Praise He whose beauty births delight
Yet is but Sight's small crumb/sum
That whets Hope’s howling appetite
With The Best Yet to Come
© Janet Martin
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