the work of His hand
etched across the evening sky
in scarlet shape-shifting swirls
and crimson clouds
edged with gilded lace
the work of His hand
written on every leaf
from emerald to burnt umber
and every shade of fire in between
lit and glowing with the setting sun
the work of His hand
on every silken feather
shaped to flight’s exacting standards
painted with iridescent brilliance
infused with warmth and breath
the work of His hand
in arpeggios of children’s laughter
under the canopy of leaves
they watch a bird take flight
a small black outline against the painted sky
More Random Acts: Ann Voskamp’s Pain to Poetry at A Holy Experience, Kim of Sweet Corn and Cairo’s For My Friend , Jennifer writes of The Poetry of Facebook over at Getting Down With Jesus, the Unknown Contributor writes of passing generations in her poem Grandmother, L.L. takes us outside under glowing moon in Holding at her Green Inventions Central blog, Speak Nothing at Joelle’s blog, Alivening, Rebeka’s beautiful poem at Rebekah’s Beautiful Day….
I enjoyed the color imagery a lot. Thanks for sharing.
This line struck something within…
shaped to flight’s exacting standards
Thank you for shaping words that give me joy today.
Beautiful poem!
“…arpeggios of children’s laughter…”
You have such a wonderful talent, Erica!
Your poem here, another “work of His hand.”
You have a beautiful way.
Thank you for including me in your list of other random acts of poetry. Mine is definitely, shall we say, random. … You’re a great “teacher.”
How beautiful! And what an honor that you mentioned me on your blog…thank you! Have a blessed day. 🙂