Thursday, May 24, 2012

Softly Touching our Hand

Gold fingers reach from a cloak gently softening
Over serene valley, blue-brimming with mist
Into the meadow, where its humble offering
Is threaded with diamonds of dew-silver kiss
The brook winds its sash across spring's emerald garment
Through pastoral wood-lot and out to the sea
Forgotten ponds burst with songs of the season
Turquoise-jade patches on earth’s rugged knee
Gentle breeze rouses the bird from its slumber
Nature’s choristers fill somnolent space
As over the earth spreads a heavenly wonder
Of unmarred perfection; a new day of grace
Yester's red sun, as it slipped from our visage
Tugged with it the day, into history’s embrace
Now it rises again; yet is not encumbered
With past’s soiled attempts; but a new day of grace
And we turn to the Master-piece dazzling the acre
Where grace has allowed us a dot on time’s sands
Thankfulness rushes through our hearts like pure water
As a new day of mercy softly touches our hands
© Janet Martin
It is not difficult to see His beauty on a morning like this…
This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps. 118:24


NickelNook said...

You paint such a beautiful picture with this one, Janet! One of my favorite verses! Thank you so much!...Nancy :o)

Janet said...

Thank-you Nancy.