Where Ethereal Oceans Skim...

 

So much beauty to savor,

Midst much sorrow and woe

Not by our merit or favor

but by God's mercy/goodness we go...

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I had just typed the first two lines of this poem

when the phone rang. Jim was loading cattle at a nearby farm and wondered

if I could bring him a fried egg sandwich so I did and this turned into

an early morning errand run,

 granting these sweet photo ops!

Rush hour on rural Ontario roads...

Pastoral pastures...

Daybreak rolls like a golden sea

Across the countryside...

Daybreak rolls like a golden sea

Across the countryside

A fleeting flood of majesty

Beneath hope’s groaning stride

Where we of sundry circumstance

Of mingled bittersweet

Are dearly loved by He who grants

Dawn’s sea beneath our feet

Across time’s scape of gaping graves

Ethereal oceans skim

The Giver walks amidst the waves

And bids us lean on Him

© Janet Martin

2 Cor.4:18

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,

 but on what is unseen, 

since what is seen is temporary, 

but what is unseen is eternal.