CREATION SHOUTING

WATERCOLOR SKY

It had been one of the hardest of days.

One where faith had hid it's life-giving glow.

I turned, and something caught,

Not just my outer eye, but the inner.

Peering through the window, it manifested, 
Painted above:

A glorious Watercolor Sky.

Moving as in a dream

I floated through the glass door, standing, 

Breathing ceasing

As above and all around me 
The Creator Artist

Of all that speaks beauty

Took a broad brush,

Wetting the sky with His tears.

Then, gently touching soft palette colors

 Pinks, purples, yellows

Let them flow, one into the other

Backlit by a sinking sun--

Illuminating, then transforming,

Lifting to celestial heights.

A gift, speaking gently:

Love flowing down

Falling soft, 

Sinking deep.

Just as that Day

He climbed

He hung

He bled red vermilion

Mixed with water from

A heart broken,

Outpoured in brilliant love

Splashing color vibrant.

A gift, unspeakably lovely, profound;

Given to all and every, who

Looking, seeking, finding, seeing:

Love gashed and running

Down the sky of time.

The heavens now reminding, 

Even as the night descending

Hides His glory from the earthly eye;

But the stars, in all their splendor
In the blackness do perform,

Shout to me in my aloneness

Comfort on this worldly stage.

Shout His Eternal Coming!

Shout His unspeakable Gift given!

Reflected and remembered

In the softness of
 A Watercolor Sky.

Written 

February 3, 2012

Gold Canyon, Arizona

"The voice of my beloved! Behold he cometh leaping 

upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.  My beloved

is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind

our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing

himself through the lattice." (Song of Soloman 2:8.9)