The skies tell the story of the glory of God,
the firmament proclaims the work of his hands;
day pours out the news to day,
night passes to night the knowledge.
Not a speech, not a word,
not a voice goes unheard.
Their sound is spread throughout the earth,
their message to all the corners of the world.
Psalm 18
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The rain,
Arriving from all points
Of the soundless
Bounds,
In a steady seamless
Threading down
Over our uneven ground--
Absorbing more than the grave
Endings of the air
Or the dark-spooling
Unfathomable winding there;
Becoming the listening
Leaning out
Into the pearling music
Of the drops and leaves,
Over the invisibility
And unheard here,
Where we live
And long no longer live--
And what continues on and on
In the torrents of Your love--
In Your beauty's
Blazing Song
Falling
Through
Your multitudes.
Oh, but I love this one, too! Especially since as I read it...the rain was falling right outside my window. +
ReplyDeleteThank you Caroline!! Isn't the rain glorious?!!!!! I love the autumn rains coming in...so incredibly beautiful. Enjoy the changing!! God Bless...
DeleteSo fun to hear you "singing" and using rhyme!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy! This one just wanted to rhyme on its own!! It was fun....appreciate your stopping by and your happy comment!!!
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