Praise God From Whom All Blessing Grows...

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 overflowThe seed is rent with plume and root, the bough is bent with gleaming fruitThe land, a patchwork counterpane of lush corn fields and gathered grainAnd gold-green sheen of soybean field aflutter with impending yieldAnd in yon once-upon-spring-brooks, wild flowers beckon second-looksA rambling rush, where sight is awed by aster, teasel, goldenrod Praise God from Whom all bounty brims; happiness is hope’s harvest hymnsThe creature’s quick complaint subdued by unmerited gratitudeAs God, rich in mercy and love runs goodness through sod’s treasure troveFor needy likes of you and I whose worship lifts up glad replyTo He who gives us strength for toil as we gather seed’s sumptuous spoilOr when praise is unlearned, still He pours unearned blessing lavishly Praise God from Whom all blessings peal. Before whose throne we humbly kneelTo offer soulful stutters to the One who cares for me and youWho loves to stun our ardent prose with the perfection of the roseWho challenges the showman’s noise with dripping peachy-sweetest joysWho strums the hidden parts of earth and orchestrates the art of birthWho 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, yellowsEach garden plot, (after the heat) a paradisiacal retreatEach tree-tress like a mandolin breeze-balladeers get tangled inEach woodland dark and whispering before fall’s stark unravelingEach bower like a temple where we cannot help but bow in prayerEach flower a masterpiece, oh, praise God from Whom all blessings grow Each fruit and veg a five-star score of possibility galoreEach by God wondrously designed; each perfect after their own kindPraise Him for healthy appetite and praise Him for each tasty biteOf blessing only He can grant where our duty is to plantThen trust Him for the compliments of sun and raindrop providenceContent 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, yellowsEach 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 unravelingEach bower like a temple where we cannot help but bow in prayerEach flower a masterpiece, oh, praise God from Whom all blessings grow Ps.66:1-5 Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth! Sing the glory of His name; make His praise glorious. Say to God, “How awesome are Your deeds! So great is Your power that Your enemies cower before You. All the earth bows down to You; they sing praise to You; they sing praise to Your name.”