Psalm To the Artist

The Lord weaves His grand tapestry across the skies He outlines charcoal colored clouds with silver threads sews the sunlight of dawn into rays that caress the sea and folds ocean ripples into fans of intricate patterns. Each morning God’s canvas awaits His ready hand a master Artist, His creativity knows no bounds He dips His brush into the spectrum of rainbows like a whirlwind, He mixes and paints dazzling designs. God deftly blends pastel shades to greet the rising sun He sweeps white, cotton clouds that hover over land and sea He paints the morning light to touch lush liquid waves and adds violet colored shadows that fade into the horizon. His living canvas continually changes its hues and tones each moment rearranged by heat, wind or sudden storms a cornucopia of shapes sweep across the heavens like rapid time frames that move within an eternal film. Will not many among the nations fail to see His mighty wonders? Will not many among us look up to relish in His majestic sky? God’s handiwork daily displays His infinite creation may we lift up our eyes to behold His unending glory. Written on 1/17/2021