No Wonder
Listen!
Do you hear it?
The dawn arising;
can you feel it, the touch of the Artist’s brush?
Can you see the spectacular coming into being,
if but
for a scintilla of time; mind’s blown
by the explosion of pink topaz,
turquoise and emerald skies.
And how
the yellow diamond
breaks through the atmosphere with its finger-rays
reaching out for humanity,
reminders of a new day
curated by Almighty God,
the Most High, the meek
and personal
unbound abiding arms of the Son,
who lights us up
from the inside-out with the Spirit,
most holy. And the descent of honeysuckle-sweet,
and the uplift of magnolia-magnificence.
Can you but speak of the awesomeness of hope,
the author of all serendipity, all glory, of life?
When we’ve adjusted to the light of day,
a dimmer switch gently turns down the sun, dusk
dances on our brains; the moon in masquerade
reveals itself to the nightlife, affecting the mood
of gratitude, reflection of my diurnal walk-through.
tint on the brushes
heaven’s collaboration
sky-canvas in frame
glory after glory
and no wonder endless praise
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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