
God dips His brush
in the embers of love
pulls gold from wheat fields
amber from leaves
crimson from the heart
of a newly bloomed rose
with an accentuated sweep
He splashes the sky
lavender and rose
while an arc of apricot
gently kisses the horizon
each hue a silent hymn
a fleeting prayer
in the dance of day’s end
in the night’s red sky
I glimpse His glory
I smile
and bow my head
an encounter with heaven
His promise of a new dawn

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