a web tightly twined, moves the strength of oceans wave.
she knots her mist, a grip she closes ‘round.
can’t be but sight not seen, that breaks this darkened cave.
through her shattered pane,
glimpse of silver mound.
on you monstering flow, your boundaries are unknown”,
to a prey, a toll is paid against this rising scourge.
up against the rock she climbs, in effort and a groan,
enemies of wind and wave,
upon her as they merge.
strength takes wings of flight, and drifts along the shore,
a spear of warmth from morning’s breath,
her crafty veil.
to her broken web, and seen forever more,
signs of mightier hands
they send their westward gale.
God, Thy Living Art I’ve seen on this passing day,
greater is Thy work, than what now is before me.
from eye’s length of ocean shore to all that comes my way,
hand is greater than anything,
what my eyes will ever see.
Art, Thy living Art,
hand embraces us,
breath produces us.
we live within Your love, O Lord,
we live as Thy Living Art.
Thy Living Art by Ronhales Genesis 2:7