This poem has been percolating in my soul for some time 💓🙏
Life is unceasingly busy with beauty/bounty of harvest among other things...
(including, much to our relief, the recovery of our pickup truck,
on Sat. night, after it was stolen from our back yard
two weeks ago during a family reunion!
It will (happily) be returned in due time.
Thank-you to all who prayed and please continue to pray
for the poor soul who stole it 😢💔)
Praise God from Whom all blessings grow as earthen wellsprings overflow...
The seed is rent with plume and root,
the bough is bent with gleaming fruit...
The land, a patchwork counterpane of lush corn fields and gathered grain...
And gold-green sheen of soybean field aflutter with impending yield...
And in yon once-upon-spring-brooks, wild flowers beckon second-looks...
A rambling rush, where sight is awed by aster, teasel, goldenrod
Praise God from Whom all blessings grow as earthen wellsprings overflow
The seed is rent with plume and root, the bough is bent with gleaming fruit
The land, a patchwork counterpane of lush corn fields and gathered grain
And gold-green sheen of soybean field aflutter with impending yield
And in yon once-upon-spring-brooks, wild flowers beckon second-looks
A rambling rush, where sight is awed by aster, teasel, goldenrod
Praise God from Whom all bounty brims; happiness is hope’s harvest hymns
The creature’s quick complaint subdued by unmerited gratitude
As God, rich in mercy and love runs goodness through sod’s treasure trove
For needy likes of you and I whose worship lifts up glad reply
To He who gives us strength for toil as we gather seed’s sumptuous spoil
Or when praise is unlearned, still He pours unearned blessing lavishly
Praise God from Whom all blessings peal. Before whose throne we humbly kneel
To offer soulful stutters to the One who cares for me and you
Who loves to stun our ardent prose with the perfection of the rose
Who challenges the showman’s noise with dripping peachy-sweetest joys
Who strums the hidden parts of earth and orchestrates the art of birth
Who sees our hearts, knows how we are, yet still upends His blessing-jar
Praise God from Whom all blessing grows in reds, pinks, purples, greens, yellows
Each garden plot, (after the heat) a paradisiacal retreat
Each tree-tress like a mandolin breeze-balladeers get tangled in
Each woodland dark and whispering before fall’s stark unraveling
Each bower like a temple where we cannot help but bow in prayer
Each flower a masterpiece, oh, praise God from Whom all blessings grow
Each fruit and veg a five-star score of possibility galore
Each by God wondrously designed; each perfect after their own kind
Praise Him for healthy appetite and praise Him for each tasty bite
Of blessing only He can grant where our duty is to plant
Then trust Him for the compliments of sun and raindrop providence
Content to join the hymn that flows, ‘praise God from whom all blessing grows’
© Janet Martin
Praise God from Whom all blessing grows in reds, pinks, purples, greens, yellows
Each garden plot, (after the heat) a paradisiacal retreat...
Each tree-tress like a mandolin breeze-balladeers get tangled in
Each woodland dark and whispering before fall’s stark unraveling
Each bower like a temple where we cannot help but bow in prayer
Each flower a masterpiece, oh, praise God from Whom all blessings grow
Make a joyful noise to God,
all the earth!
2Sing the glory of His name;
make His praise glorious.
3Say to God, “How awesome are Your deeds!
So great is Your power
that Your enemies cower before You.
4All the earth bows down to You;
they sing praise to You;
they sing praise to Your name.”
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