Oh Word,
whose language can be lily or rose,
rain, dewy cloud, scaly fish
or feathered bird,
whose music trumpets in morning
and plays out night,
orchestrates stars, speaks thunder
and sunshine.
Word, who composes lion, dolphin
or lively stoat,
inscribes wisdom in insect, gorilla
and mountain goat,
writes perfect signatures in each
atomic thing,
whose silent symphony mystifies
with symmetry.
Word, praise to thee who sang Self
into humanity
for looking we find in thy grammar
superb diversity.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2017 06:24
- Comment from author about the poem: "In the beginning the Word was" - John 1 - 1
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
I agree with you both. Lovely words Fay!
Always look forward to reading your postings - they never disappoint and this way up there.
Love reading your stuff, it is all amazing
Thanks you FAY for this very profound Poem. It reminds us of the key role played by JESUS (The Word) in Creation. "All things were made by HIM and without HIM nothing was made ! You mention the Flora and the Fauna and the 92 Natural Elements (Hydrogen to Uranium) and Man and Music etc. etc. An excellent tribute to the WORD ~ Glorious and replete with Grace & Truth ~ AMEN.
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