Oozing like fresh oil
From between the earth's cracks
Comes the Grandeur of God
Breaking through the sunrise
With every sizzling sunlit streak
Comes the Grandeur of God.
Like a mother's warm breast
Offering solace to mankind
Comes the Grandeur of God
Like lightning flashing
And thunder-clouds rolling in
Comes the Grandeur of God
Dazzling the night with stars
Making the moon a shining ball;
Comes the Grandeur of God
Out of the Virgin Mary's womb
Into my vacant, waiting soul---
Comes the Grandeur of God.
2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets
Member Texas Historical Society
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