Painter of the Skies
I haven't just been harvesting flowers from my garden lately. . . these blossoms have been inspiring new poetry as well. My most recent poem came this week as I was cutting flowers for an arrangement as the sun was setting - the flowers perfectly matched the canvas of the sky, and I was struck by beauty of the Maker's colors on His canvas - the Universe. Painter of the Skies Great Painter of the Skies You're the Painter of my garden & The Painter of my life. The colorful gleams that across the heavens stream Burst into my dark, fearful soul. Shadowy and Overcast filled with thistles and weeds Overgrown by inches. . . more each day it seems. Prune away this undergrowth And uproot these dreaded tares. Refresh with morning dew (as my face feels damp by mourning dew) Shine again the color of day Hues of pink and purple gleams Renewed by the promises You say. Mercy shines down upon this place Help me continually seek Your ...
