“This is uncanny, Lord:
a rutted sandy road
running through grass
to a railroad crossing,
a semaphore
against a blue sky
and a white cloud,
a little water color
on a piece of rough paper.
I’ve seen this all a thousand times,
but here it is,
trapped and alive and held:
the golden hue of every glorious summer day,
the everlasting simple grass and sand and sky,
a bit of the first morning,
when the morning stars sang together
and the sons of God shouted for joy.
Adam could walk across this railroad track
and eve, still nude and unashamed.
Uncanny is hardly the word for it;
call it a miracle.
I thank you Lord
for the miracle
of this artist’s eye of innocence,
this deep adoration of Your handiwork
that lets me look upon Your world again
as once Your Son could look
on lilies of the field
growing in Galilee.”
Prayer by Martin H. Franzmann, Pray for Joy
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