Declaration of God's Glory...

How like a God of glory to remind us who He is
Upon a canvas none can reach to touch and thus defile...

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
 Ps.19:1

 

The colors of the sky hung o’er the holy march of hours

Appeases, teases restless eyes; we gaze awestruck at art

Of day-to-day and night-to-night like a garden of flow’rs

Rousing with age-old splendor renewed wonder to the heart

If threaded bit by bit upon a string its shades would stun

The master jewelers of this world, for who can snare in stone

Saffron, chartreuse, slate, blush rose or garnet and gold of dawn

The ebony of midnight and the sapphire of high noon

God tips the grail of mist-kissed veil, of pewter raindrop jars

Beneath the heath of heaven we fumble with day-to-days

While night-to-night we marvel at a meadowland of stars

After the wester sky soft-dies and tenders twilight’s blaze

How like a God of glory to remind us who He is

Upon a canvas none can reach to touch and thus defile

But as a Grandly symbol of His boundless tenderness

He spills the colors of his love into a sky-wide smile

© Janet Martin

October Skies

October hangs up one masterpiece after another!

October skies are like a prize for eyes

Wild tumbled hues of gray-gold-blue surprise 

Awe cannot be detailed, regaled with word

October skies inspire sighs soft-stirred

Beneath the heath of heaven seasons brim

Time’s hierarchy an ever-shifting scrim

Common moments are something to behold

...October hangs skies, blue-gray-blush and gold

Above October gardens decomposed

Skies bloom, celestial Masterworks exposed

Earth’s room has window-seats where we can sit

Sunrise and sunset fill the frame of it

Ten-thousand-thousand miracles expire

No one can name them, heaven is on fire

With October and possibility

Its skies surprise prayers with humility

The roof of earth pokes through leaf canopies

October lowers awnings, fills its eaves

With clash of tempests, joy-grief filigree

Where one without the other cannot be

October skies are Paradise half-told

To we, poised on earth’s blue-dot pot of gold

Where we exclaim, as if discovery

Were thought's first prize; October's skies are free

© Janet Martin

yes, even late-day, slate-gray skies bear a brave beauty!

 

Where Age Takes Time to Gaze...

Beneath the splendor of the sky

A sea of seasons hastens by

Its morning-noon-to-night employs

Time’s forward flight of sorrow-joys

To thresholds fixed twixt 'fore and aft

Where oft we wept and oft we laughed

The sky is safe from mankind’s ways

Of notions bent by vision’s sways

The Keeper of earth's heavens holds

The brush that tints its ether folds

Where man can only look and see

The hinge of vast eternity

The hunger of our younger days

Winnows and age takes time to gaze

More often at the lofty sweep

Vaulted above time’s little leap

Where life and death appose its air

In one half-breath twixt here and There

The chinks between the cloud-bars beam

With midnight stars and morning's gleam

Beneath the splendors of the sky

The seas of centuries pass by

And just as men of ancient days

Were awed, we too but stand and gaze...

© Janet Martin

 Look up at the heavens and see; gaze at the clouds so high above you. Job 35:5

Do you know how the clouds hang poised, those wonders of him who has perfect knowledge? Job 37:16

Who can understand how he spreads out the clouds, how he thunders from his pavilion? Job 36:29

He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and spreads them out like a tent to live in.  Isa.40:22

Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.  Isa.40:26

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained; What is man that You take thought of him, And the son of man that You care for him?

Ps. 8:3-4

Matrix of Majesty

 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands...Ps.19:1

Oh, matrix of yon skies

Oh, heaven-madrigal

No lens or pen descries

The fullness of it all

From dark of darkest deep

In God’s celestial span

While we were all asleep

Your birth to earth began

Then God said, let there be

And from that outer-where

A glimpse of majesty

Embellishes the air

No lens or pen can draw

From man’s wee porch of sod

Dawn's essence of pure awe

…the majesty of God

© Janet Martin

I kept clicking more and more photos trying to capture the 'It' factor, when suddenly it dawned on me no pen or lens can fully descry I AM

(30 min. later...)

 The heavens declare the glory of God,
    and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. 
 Day to day pours out speech,
    and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
    whose voice is not heard. 
 Their voice goes out through all the earth,
    and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun, 
     which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
    and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy. 
 Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
    and its circuit to the end of them,
    and there is nothing hidden from its heat.

Ps. 19:1-6

November Eyes...

I am in love with you

You make my summer-heart race

Ever the moody fellow

With ponderous, beguiling face

Whether of gaze downcast

Or rugged, or scowling or blue

I can’t help myself

From falling

In love

With you…

You color the air that I breathe

The shade of your restless sighs

Broods outside my window

Until I get lost in your eyes

Then, you spill a reckless half-grin

Tease me with purple and gold

Some days a bashful urchin

And other days calloused and bold

Summer can never compete

Matador of sizzling romance

But you spill your tears at my feet

Lure me to forgive you and dance

Poet, philanderer, rogue

What is it about your eyes?

For I cannot resist you

My darling November skies

© Janet Martin

some crazily, cool sky goin' on today;)

Birth of a Day

From vaults of virgin hope You take

Its fair and finest fray

Weaving beneath far-fancied east

A new and glorious day

In gossamer embellishments

Of coral, gold and pink

Mercy imbues with transient hues

Earth’s mute and mystic brink

Without a sound darkness recedes

And from Compassion’s lips

Extended grace brushes the face

Of  life’s stumbles and slips

A miracle of wonderment

Exhales from heaven’s girth

As we of meek astonishment

Witness a new day’s birth

© Janet Martin