Wintertide’s Sky

Oh, if I should witness the Hand of the Artist

As He paints the winter night sky.

An endless palette of subtle shades

Stands ready to serve their Maker.

With an effortless stroke of his Majestic brush

Layers of rouge, taffy, old rose

Caress Wintertide’s horizon.

Just above the innocent pink

Floats teal, sapphire and arctic blues

Hung by drybrush of the Master Artisan.

Oh, to witness His soft kiss

That cause clouds to streak across the heavens

Stained with the beauty of the Artist’s touch.

The Divine Craftsman stands back

Observing His Masterpiece

Spreading His arms,

He sets the tangerine sun to shine upon His work

To remind those who gaze

At the Winter night sky-

Of the Son,

Whose arms were spread to die.

For you.

For me.

Oh, if I should witness the Hand of the Artist.