Whispers of Him

Whispers of Him

by Janet Martin

A spangle of daisies
On springs meadow-land
A breeze, slow and lazy
Across the white sand
A breath-taking canvas
As daylight grows dim
Yet, still mankind glimpses
But whispers of Him

The glory of nature
Contained in a seed
The strength of man's stature
Dependent on bread
As rain from the heavens
Turns bare fallows green
Mankind is given
Soft whispers of Him

Infinite resplendence
Extended in space
Nothing but Providence
To keep it in place
And on the blue circle
A wee baby's birth
Whispers of an angel
Descending to earth

Hurricanes lashing
On vulnerable shores
As dark seas come crashing
Through earth's fragile doors
Rainbows of promise
A tiny bird sings
And yet mankind glimpses
But whispers of Him

The ring of a hammer
The flash of a sword
The insolent clamor
For the death of our Lord
The cry of redemption
As His breath grows dim
And still mankind glimpses
But whispers of Him

Author: Janet Martin