Painter's awe

   Hearing with senses. Alert of the birds talking. The
soft crunches of the leaves brushing against each
other.

    Once again I see my friend the bumble bee. This
time there are two. The intricate dance they do just
to hold steady in flight. Ah indeed a fascinating scene
to unfold.

    Now the light is tranferring from scorching sun
rays to a cooling blue starlight.

     Ah softly I giggle in watching the changeover. Is
there any more significance but that of beauty? If
so explain for all I understand is the love Jehovah is
pressing before sparkling, cornflower blue eyes.

    Oh if the thought is negative and nasty hold the
words upon your tongue for I would rather not hear
anything against Jehovah's creative palette.

     Still many will provide a scientific conclusion. Yet
still there is so much mystery to be proven unsolved.
Did one not think that perhaps Jehovah wants some
things left a mystery?

     Ah yes an open arguement. One I hope did not
stir too much of. I simply wanted to express my
gratitude in Jehovah's beautiful sky. How the changes
from day to night still intrigue. How it still steals
your breath when watching the variety of colors
sprayed ever so carefully across the sky.

      Dear friend how do you feel when you catch a
glimpse of the dusk or an arrival of the dawn?
       What does the sight, vision give to you?

      As an artist I am always in awe of the greatest
painter, Creator: Jehovah, God. I feel great bounds
of love and gratitude for being able to learn, to
experience those moments.