.
A poet weaves his words…
A painter blends his shades…
To praise the wonder of God.
Impossible to say… impossible to do…
We cannot even begin to envision
His glorious be-ing.
We are as no-thing
Comparing brain to brain,
Heart to heart, or
Soul to soul.
He is all.
We are as the blind who read without eyes;
Or the deaf who hear without ears;
Or the lame who run in their dreams.
We know our Father loves his children –
Whatever infirmities they may have –
And we should have faith and return His love
A hundred thousand fold.
.
©Denise G Allen, 21 October 2013 08:47
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23/10/2013 at 8:24 am
Oh oh oh so good…
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23/10/2013 at 9:04 am
Very nice to hear
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23/10/2013 at 9:05 am
and true
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23/10/2013 at 1:23 pm
we are loved and our response should be one of love as well…
really like that section on the blind that read…and so forth…
for sure truth…and i like the way you said it
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23/10/2013 at 5:34 pm
Let your voice be not one in the wilderness, sing out in praise of His name and ye shall be heard. Nicely done and appreciated Denise..
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23/10/2013 at 9:32 pm
Wonderful writing, adee. 🙂
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25/10/2013 at 4:51 pm
Beautiful, Denise.
Sorry for not responding more often, I have been away on holiday, and just back. I do read your posts. Thomas Merton says God’s brightness is such that we cannot see him. I loved this poem.
John
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