08 October 2011

No boasting here

I stroke a brush
against canvas
layers of colour
dripping heart
for all to see

I drop words
into lines
on papers and screens
stripping soul
for all to read

I sense pressure
from my own fingers
drumming my back
“well done”
as if I could lay claim
to creative ability

I cannot boast, now
as I look
upon the sunrise
His glory
And I, even I,
The work of His hands

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands  Psalm 19:1 NIV

Another fortune from Psalm 19 - submitted to T. S. Poetry


7 comments:

Glynn said...

That is beautiful, Karin. I think I will use it tomorrow morning to watch the sun rise.

Leah Griffith said...

Karin, this was absolutely gorgeous. You're a gifted writer;)

Roy Durham said...

great post love the photo and the poem is great thank you for this post godbless

Brandee Shafer said...

To God be the glory.

Duane Scott said...

this is one of the best posts you've written… sharing on my site.. :)

Monica Sharman said...

Those last two lines...wow.

L.L. Barkat said...

"I sense pressure/from my own fingers"

that is the highlight. So much in so few words.

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