Spring-wonder

Spring, and esp. May, seems to ignite wonder at every turn!below, a few wonder-frames which helped to kindle today's poem... Wonder erects joy’s palaces in hidden landscapes of the heartIt spills from tulip chalices to thrill spectators with God-art... In blossom-dappled masterpieces freely and profusely flung/hungWhere His handiwork never ceases to amaze both old and young... Spring-wonder winds its way through smiles, like meadow-brooks meanderingEarth’s first burst of green-kindled isles replenishes hope’s eagle-wingAs gossamer-gold filigree weaves halos through lackluster limbsEarth’s beauty spills abundantly from nature’s pockets, full of hymns Wonder erects joy’s palaces in hidden landscapes of the heartIt spills from tulip chalices to thrill spectators with God-artWhat meets the eye oft floods the soul with happiness no ink can tameIt triumphs winter’s weary toll with spring’s unfailing claims to fame Wonder awakens gratefulness for spring’s return perfectly-timedPraise God, whose loving faithfulness is evidenced in buds, bloom-primedIn blossom-dappled masterpieces freely and profusely flung/hungWhere His handiwork never ceases to amaze both old and young The Composer of roses rouses us to slow our hasty strideHe bids us pause, then sweetly wows us with spring-mantled countrysideWonder transcends thought’s plumbed dimensions; worship authors purest praiseAs God captures our attention in grandest, minutest ways We are too quickly prone to grumble; prone to fear, to doubt and fretTill wonder makes us truly humble; if but for a micro-secWhen caught off guard by preaching flowers, bowers rich with bird and leafAs the Maestro of sun and showers reminds us whose laws are chief © Janet Martin As gossamer-gold filigree weaves halos through lackluster limbsEarth’s beauty spills abundantly from nature’s pockets, full of hymns... We are too quickly prone to grumble; prone to fear, to doubt and fretTill wonder makes us truly humble; if but for a micro-sec...