The Art of God

 

 Psalm 8:3,4

"When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?" 

THE ART OF GOD 

I wander down the silver strands

that line the endless seas.

I feel the warmth of crystal sands

and cherish all that breathes.

 

My heart, a solitary stone,

that knows no joys or griefs,

Except the touch of briney foam

that bathes the fragile reefs.

 

The purest star of evening fame

illuminates the shore.

The western sky is all aflame,

the toil of day is o'er.

 

The mystery of celestial lights

that gleam from East to West

are signals from immortal heights

adorning Angels' breasts.

 

The artful Hands, divine and dear,

that form the hallowed scenes,

are hands that cause the heart to cheer

with love's sweet gentle beams.

 

I never knew a better time

to thank the Lord of Love,

Or call to memory's fading mind

The gift of Light above.

 

The Eastern wind a tribute pays

to distant lands and tongues,

and I stand all alone, amazed,

at God's eternal  suns.

 

by  Jerry Ogles cc 2011