God's Infinite Paint Brush
Entranced, am I, by God's
infinite paint brush.
Illuminating this sunlit room
with a quiet hush.
The morning aurora makes all
things right.
After a peaceful sleep in
heaven's twilight.
The walls and ceiling twinkle
with multifarious colors.
Deepest green, sea foam blues,
magenta pinks,mandarin orange,
and a host of others.
I move those glass beads in the
sunlit sterling bowl and swish!
In a single instant, my beads,
make me a color artist.
Oh, how most desirably and so
dreamily wished!
God's own hand in my Mother's
antique and beloved, sterling dish!
July 18, 2019
8am PST
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