Saturday, October 6, 2007

A Poem

This poem was inspired by Psalm 19:1-2.






THE CREATOR CALLS

Kaylee


There appears the brilliance of night
There whistles the wind in the willows
There the wrinkled sea shouts
There the heavens burst with light
They proclaim: Glory! Glory!
Yet the ears of men are deaf


The birds with their coats of color rise
The lions in their vast lairs roar
Bears stand and meet their meal
Dogs bark and greet the night
They shout: Praise Him! Praise Him!
Yet men's eyes are hidden


Young flowers peek through their petals
Great cedars loom over vast forests
Soft meadows spread their blankets of green
Mountains challenge the skies with pointed spears
They cry aloud: Majesty! Majesty!
Yet men do not sense it


Small fires grace the tops of candles
The flutter of wings taps the air
Tall grass sways under the weight of the wind
The heavens are painted purple as the sun lowers in the sky
Each tell of their Maker: He is King! He is King!
Yet the minds of men are distracted


Man, are you deaf?
Man, are you blind?
Man, are you senseless?
Man, are you mindless?


I tell you, hear!
I tell you, see!
I tell you, sense!
I tell you, be mindful!


Your creator calls.

3 comments:

Parish Family said...

Wow Kaylee . . . your poem is glorious! What a beautiful song of praise to our King. May He continue to fill you with inspiration.

I love you!
~Sally

Garrett said...

Nice work. I can REALLY hear that being adapted for music (if it's not already). Very dramatic.

-Garrett

The McCracken family said...

My dear Kaylee Bean: that's really beautifully written... and composed by candlelight following all your hard work in turning our home into an orderly, peaceful, candlelit haven. Thank you for blessing us that way. You're a gem - not a forgotten middle child :-).
-Mom