AFLOW IN MILK AND HONEY DRESSING
by natures play, caressed to full.
The motioned clouds, by partnered winds,
with grace aloud, from heaven sings.
On wings of joy, from skyward glanced,
to earth deployed, for creations dance.
The lands to fill, for souls resplendence,
by God's own will, for Earth's descendants.
And beauty, in all which from heaven flows,
is by natures duty, to all bestowed.
Thus clouds in breeze, as sunlight rays,
are, as plants and trees, by grace displayed.
And full divine, for all our meeting,
is a holy shrine, by natures greeting.
In a beating chest, where love holds ground,
is a treating to be blessed, by nature bound.
And so, to give, her stage, she takes,
so that we may live an age, she makes.
And her ways, in grace, by God's creation,
are for us to taste, for revelation.
So when you look for worth above,
know you're gifted on earth, by love.
And if from plights a liftings saught,
know your gift in flight by God is wrought.
And nurtured in the arms upon origination,
does nature grant us charmed elation.
By God's own hands, bestowed in blessing,
these given lands, aflow in milk and honey dressing.
© 2024 Shoestring Shane
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