O morning sky of endless blue Tinged with purply-pinky hue You tell me of His mercies new Whose heart pursues my own
O geese in wingèd winter's flight Your honking cries arouse delight And lift my gaze to seek thy sight As wooing from His hand
O softest breeze which skims my face And stirs with such mysterious grace My soul to reach for Love’s embrace You brush me with His kiss
O snowflakes falling to the ground You pierce my heart without a sound To crave a purity only found Beneath a bloodied cross
O setting sun in half-light glowing Waning day’s last glorious blush showing You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing— This life is fading fast
O stars of midnight’s blackest sky Paraded forth, you pull my eye Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry: “I’m coming back for you.”
O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing, With haunting echoes faintly singing, “Lose all of you in Him.”
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world." ~ Psalm 19:1-4a
He watched the moon, As it became immune To his galaxy eyes. Silver liquid flowing, The night's come to a closing, As he mixed his 'sky dye.' At least, that's what the stars said, As each one rubbed his head Goodnight. Colored images glowing, His eyelids began lowering, As he, again, was forced to fight-
Speaking of broken hearts and mended fenced in mem'ries I am painting skies of tangerine, saffron & an illuminated lilac hue against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is along with all the other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky
And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds Ice crystals freezing into supercooled water droplets Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers ..I hear them whisper, "hello"...
Blinding beauty through unadulterated sunlight I am fleeced like a lamb watching in awe, ..in wonder then stomping sounds of coming thunder,
Finding depth and height out in the stratosphere Blinded by the After Light or afterglow affected by the amount of haze I'm in a daze ...as I am reaching
High above the fading light of a brilliant early fall sunset I take a big breath of that sumptuous air and twirl my skirted legs my painted toes where I know I am back to solid ground
Appreciating the last time I say sleep well to you my dear summertimes sweet mem'ries and the fun we had this year.
Hidden within the earthy depth only emerges with time only dances in tangent now slips out with the butterflies. Now the nightingales singing aloud!
One has spoken out, one blew a kiss out off the dark seed. Ah, what then broke through? Up from the sky the blue-nymph dropped down on the scene! One that hid blurring that's image on the mirror is that now been seen?
Pouring rain singing down to primulas paints it with all the colours of the wind now the Spring picked up her paintbrush.
Rain some colour blow a kiss of the flower paint it out of the mirror!