Earth throbs with God's poetry on this mint-tinted May morning...
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A quiet color riot flaunts
May morning’s mint-kissed ambiance
A sacred glimpse of paradise
Unfolds its hints before our eyes
Where perfect pleasure has begun
To spill earth’s treasure, flower-spun
Where song sparrow lilts rippling lays
To He who grants spring’s glory day
Where frond of fresh foliage imparts
A pink pendant of bleeding hearts
Where green in multi-splendored swells
Immerses hills, trees, fields and dells
Where we are like surfers astride
The virgin wave of morning-tide
Where we should never take in vain
This day that will not pass again
But let the heart that we lift up
Be tender as a tulip-cup
And let love’s calls of duty brim
With joy for the beauty of Him
Who fills the barrenness of earth
With May morn’s masterpiece of birth
© Janet Martin
John 1:3 -
All things were made by him;
and without him was not any thing made that was made.
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Wow, I'm so glad I found your blog! That's such a beautiful poem :) And you're right, earth does throb with God's poetry, and each morning is a masterpiece to behold. My favorite line of yours is "May morning’s mint-kissed ambiance. A sacred glimpse of paradise." Love what you've written here, have a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you dropped by and that you were blessed! That is my meek sole/soul goal for each poem I post. thank-you for blessing me with your comment of appreciation<3
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