An afternoon praise

A blue-ish mix of clouds and hue
was stewing in a pot of brew
as it stirs and mingles in
it drips unto its grassy skin
and then it made a smudge which spread across the hem
of the robes of a meadow hill where it sank in and stayed within
The flowers in the square upon the hill
surrounded by a crowd of trees
whose leaves are burnt by charred heat
have soothed themselves in the cool balm called breeze
the rose had rose upon the lot
for her casting came from a bunch of straws
she rose above and all applaud
for she played her strings and made them awe

the beast above
the heated stove
had not gave in to the hours which came forth like the breathe of a wind
he gazed at her with jealousy
for his tenure could never merit beside her, you see
he gazed and gazed and then he thought
perhaps if he made some grow
it would lift her brow
to look at him and then praise the Lord
perhaps to allow him, a sacred kiss from respect and awe?

he simmered down a few shades cooler
and then whispered unto the grazing meadows
he saw a shepherd with wooly fellows
and in the winds his voice bellows

grow forth the flowers where their feet instils
and make their colours rise above the hills
and make the fruits upon the cradle of the boughs
to carry forth its smell across the halls
of this great plain
where God has made
and make the music serenade
across the place where God's grace
generously spread like the gospels of His four great saints

the flowers knit and His hands made them spin
and rose with pleasure from within
their skins are flawless, smooth and sweet smelling
their names come forth of maids and virgins where upon respect is expecting
then the rose her hair brushed by the coaxing wind
saw what God has done and she turned to see
the sun hath made his face to be
as pleasant, pleasant as can be
she smiled and her cheeks were blushing red
that made him blush upon his fiery head
then came forth the reason why she was red
in gazing upon her husband's handsome face

that is with me when I gaze at He
who complements above all this
Jesus Christ my husband, Saviour,Teacher,Healer,Lord of all
I come to You and give You laud
I find in solace's solitude
a great quiet plain, this fortitude
where I find You standing waiting for me to be
right beside You...lover God....

Your lips they are the colours of that rosy maid
and Your hair is like that of the sun
much more radiant and much more brilliant
Your skin complexion before all will contest none
for You are my rising, setting sun

Your might and glory across the hills
see all things sing You a canticle
and praise
Praise God, You are above all these, always and always
forever You reign
forever You stand
Praise You, O Jesus, God, Son of Man
Praise You forever, creator of every man....