Above, Beyond and Over All

A lone dove coos...

In spite of, amidst, into life's lease of woes

To take the sting from the its biting blows

God's grace and glory and goodness flows...

Sometimes it would be easy to be overwhelmed by

the darkness of this world,

 the hate, the wars,

the grief this brings to loved ones,

 the spiteful critic's tongue,

the constant arguing, 

finger-pointing, fault-finding, failure

 (because we are human)

but for the glory of God's love 

that still spills in more ways

than hate could ever infringe upon!

Thus we are overcome with love and hope

 rather than hate or despair.

Hallelujah!

 And from its labyrinth of limbs, a hymn of happiness...

...this 'finch-hymn' filled the snowflake-filigree-ed March morning!

this poem was going to be a quick four-liner due to a long to-do list today,

then it became an eight-liner, then twelve, 

then I decided to just let go of Time's restraints 

and let the ink flow🙏💗😊 

Amidst the misery and mayhem of this troubled world

A snowflake falls, a lone dove coos, a sunrise is unfurled

The bloom undoes the casing of a bud, a bulb, a seed

And stuns us with the loveliness that God alone can breed

Into the brokenness that ended Eden’s paradise

A dewdrop gleams, a flower beams, a newborn baby cries

Winter yields to the woo of spring, the tree redons its tress

And from its labyrinth of limbs, a hymn of happiness

Among love’s thorns that prick and pierce with fierce and bitter sting

Kindness still smiles and walks a second mile; brooks laugh and sing

And where it sometimes seems the earth is a showcase of death

God proves His faithfulness with birth; wonder still steals our breath

In spite of sorrow’s agonizing, unrelenting ways

The wind still whispers in the willow; humble faith still prays

A child still melts the heart where Innocence its Hour wills

Mercy renews its vows and rends night’s veil; God’s glory spills

Above, beyond and over-all, where sinful boast runs bold

The divine faithfulness of God prevails ten-thousand-fold

In spite of mortal misery, God's love still never fails

The greatness of His majesty in victory prevails

Beyond the scope of what we see a better morning waits

Where hope will turn to jubilee beyond time's tear-stained gates

Thus now, though we are wearied by faith's foe, redemption flows

Still, still amidst the misery and mayhem blooms Love's Rose

 

© Janet Martin

1 Chron.29:11

Yours, O LORD, is the greatness, The power and the glory,

 The victory and the majesty; 

For all that is in heaven and in earth is Yours; Yours is the kingdom, O LORD,

 And You are exalted as head over all.

Still, Still With Thee