Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Sunday, May 12, 2013
I was young, the earth was young.
It spoke to me with a golden tongue.
The blossoms edged the fallen vine,
All the breezes seemed sublime.
If only the world was always this:
The springtime sun, the windblown kiss.