John May (June 24th,1971 / New Jersey)
What marvelous symbols there be
Of heaven and its Highest Jewel-
A living ode to Yahweh's rule
Inscribed on every thing we see.
See, Nature's but a shadow cast
A cloak, a shroud, a second light-
A medium for inner sight
That speaks of all His kingdom vast.
Her objects to His realm are wed
And we can see her nuptial band:
That signature upon her hand
That speaks to every vow He said.
So stroll, dear poet, cheerfully
Amidst the lilies of the field,
And where He shows His symbols yield,
And contemplate them carefully.
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