Delight's Attention Spans

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 fineClouds heaped on deeps of boundless blue, a grape-embellished vineA flower in its precious prime, a bud, bursting to tellA bloom, bowed by the toll of Time’s unyielding carouselA treetop, cobbled to the moon, a pot of garden stewA bit of summer afternoon left after work is through He spills Majesty’s showcases, in petals, paper-thinHe wills unfathomed graces to a world blighted by sinFour-season feasts of grandeur, great and small, thrill and confoundImpressions of His splendor thunder, oft without a soundAs glory of the earth and sky declares the glory ofThe Lord. Ah, here a butterfly, ah, there a cooing dove Coruscant vim of brook-verve curves through wood and meadowlandGod’s evidence, without reserve, anoints Want’s blind demandAnd fills us with anticipation for impending praise;Impromptu celebrations as we marvel at His waysMantled in morning amethyst, hailed from Welkin BeyondTo mint and silver-dazzled mist of dew-kissed fennel-frond How holy is the lowly spud, how God’s providence awesIncomprehensible, the Thought that ordain nature’s lawsAnd draws delights attentions to beauties and mercies fairAnd kindles endless anthems to a God beyond compareWhose 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 GodIt joins the the trees that clap their hands, the hill-and-field pealed laudWhere spoken tokens of his Word yield what He has decreedHis proclamation, undeterred for He is Lord indeedWho draws delight's attention to creation's chief employTo lift our hearts and voices and to shout and sing for joy © Janet Martin a pot of garden-stew... *** Yesterday the morning was turning swiftly sweltering...when, what to my wondering eyes should appearbut my dear neighbor with a potato-digger!My hallelujah-hymn, (kindled as the potato-forkunearthed 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.