The Great Lord Artist

A day spent arguing, defending, fighting A day ending now, with words too, delighting My wife that my back pain, and backsliding Will not lead to suicidal thinking As my window opens to a street at evening To shock my senses as to God's painting I see the addicts walking too, from above I had imagined heaven, Jesus, eyes of love How humans, even addicts, glow as light But brought back to earth by 200 egrets The commuters flutter like confetti at twilight Some perch on thorn bushes, most to nests I walked around the house, watered some plants Looked to Sky for His hand painting exotic lands Crimson, mauve, magenta, or simply lofty clouds Lord, you paint at dawn & dusk! I miss much with my plans Note: in progress. I must save every few lines, or risk kosing my work yet again. Daily I lose comments Or poems on thus site or because of my cellphone Note 2, 23 March: I edited down toniambic pentameter. Update messed up. Message to me: "resubmission form"