twenty thousand
four hundred and fifty days
upon this earth
have I
gazed up
in unceasing wonder
at the
fascinating
Sky,
each morning opening
my eyes upon
a brand new canvas
lit up by the dawn,
ready for
brush strokes
by a Master Artist's hand,
in hourly transformations
bright and clear
across the land.
I look away, look back
and all has changed.
Unseen, the canvas
has been
rearranged,
like a flawless magician
whose magic is
too pure to understand,
our eyes drink in
the beauty
and applaud
the sleight of hand.
No two canvasses alike,
each one supremely
without flaw,
an ever-changing
masterpiece
created there
by God.
