Today I am  inspired to something I’ve not done for a very long time: write a poem. I am offering it as praise to the Lord for all His beauteous and wondrous works in Creation.

Grandeur

I walk in grandeur.

The trees hold snow like rounded breasts

or is it snow which nurses   trees?

Between the valley’s edge and mountain’s grip

a haze of clouds, like spread out wings

takes flight. I wonder where it wanders

when I’m not watching, where the face and hands

of clouds reside?

Some speak of grander sights. My  driveway

paved with sparkling  light, a billion diamonds

in the snow, blinds and bedazzles me.

Where is the brush to paint? Where is the song or flute

for winter songs? Where are the perfect  words

to  praise  God’s glory such as this?

Friede