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 face.