Transfixed

Canvas primed,

paint pots cracked,

petals sketched,

brushes blacked.

Palette picked,

colours mixed;

garden Artist,

I’m transfixed.

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Draw Truth Near

Allow the rays to paint your heart

And brush out darkness from its frame;

Embellish  hues with loving art

And give to feeling brilliant name.

Courageous palette  birthed in light,

Banish shadows, sideline  fear;

Revelation,  bring heart sight,

Sketch the path to draw Truth near.

Paintbrush

After You painted the sun in the sky,

Adding a rainbow and brilliant sunrise;

After You crafted the mountains and trees,

Sketching the lilies, the roses, the seas –

You left me a palette, with flowers for hues,

And gave me blank canvas and paintbrush to use…

Indian paintbrush grows wild here – it comes in many variations of pinks.  This one is growing in the ditch near my yard – I don’t know its proper botanical name.   It always reminds me that art is alive all around us in this gallery we call Earth…