Sketched

My hands are pencil outlines My feet erased My body sketched in shades of grey I am the artist of myself Filling in the gaps Constructing the scaffold, the bare bones of me Is it time to lay some bricks pick up the paint brush And try to see What a little colour might bring…

God’s Paint Box

When I see a rainbow halo around the setting moon I like to think that God is playing with His paint box drawing circles of colours to delight His creation Like when I see long streaks of cloud on a sunny day He is finger painting across the sky When sun sets through cloud all…