A few delights caught on camera,
that helped inspire today's poem...
Clouds heaped on deeps of boundless blue,
a grape-embellished vine...
He spills Majesty’s showcases, in petals, paper-thin...
A flower in its precious prime,
a bud, bursting to tell
(I am so eager for this hibiscus to begin blooming!!)
A bloom, bowed by the toll of Time’s unyielding carousel...
To mint and silver-dazzled mist of dew-kissed fennel-frond
God draws delight’s attentions to beauties and mercies fine
Clouds heaped on deeps of boundless blue, a grape-embellished vine
A flower in its precious prime, a bud, bursting to tell
A bloom, bowed by the toll of Time’s unyielding carousel
A treetop, cobbled to the moon, a pot of garden stew
A bit of summer afternoon left after work is through
He spills Majesty’s showcases, in petals, paper-thin
He wills unfathomed graces to a world blighted by sin
Four-season feasts of grandeur, great and small, thrill and confound
Impressions of His splendor thunder, oft without a sound
As glory of the earth and sky declares the glory of
The Lord. Ah, here a butterfly, ah, there a cooing dove
Coruscant vim of brook-verve curves through wood and meadowland
God’s evidence, without reserve, anoints Want’s blind demand
And fills us with anticipation for impending praise;
Impromptu celebrations as we marvel at His ways
Mantled in morning amethyst, hailed from Welkin Beyond
To mint and silver-dazzled mist of dew-kissed fennel-frond
How holy is the lowly spud, how God’s providence awes
Incomprehensible, the Thought that ordain nature’s laws
And draws delights attentions to beauties and mercies fair
And kindles endless anthems to a God beyond compare
Whose outer fringes flourish in frames filled with ‘let there be’
Whose Inner Whispers nourish gladness and humility
Delight's attention spans the gap twixt worshipper and God
It joins the the trees that clap their hands, the hill-and-field pealed laud
Where spoken tokens of his Word yield what He has decreed
His proclamation, undeterred for He is Lord indeed
Who draws delight's attention to creation's chief employ
To lift our hearts and voices and to shout and sing for joy
© Janet Martin
a pot of garden-stew...
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Yesterday the morning was turning swiftly sweltering...
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but my dear neighbor with a potato-digger!
My hallelujah-hymn,
(kindled as the potato-fork
unearthed Yukon gold and Idaho red treasure
in astonishing measure)
reached new and unexpected heights;
the kind of height that only (unexpected) kindness
(esp. potato-digger kindness)
achieves!!
(my apologies for the WOW!!!
in my delight, I forgot I was recording😂💗)
You will indeed go out with joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout unto God with a voice of triumph.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow; the hills are robed with joy.
The pastures are clothed with flocks,
and the valleys are decked with grain.
They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.
North and south You created;
Tabor and Hermon shout for joy at Your name.
The floodwaters have risen, O LORD;
the rivers have raised their voice;
the seas lift up their pounding waves.
Sing for joy, O heavens, for the LORD has done this;
shout aloud, O depths of the earth.
Break forth in song, O mountains,
you forests and all your trees.
For the LORD has redeemed Jacob,
and revealed His glory in Israel.
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