Morning's Canvas
Morning’s canvas, untouched by brush
Blackness, awaiting the first touch
Pallet poised to splash with color
Brushes await the Master’s hand
Watching, waiting patiently for dawn
That first stoke of light, of color, of freshness
Unfolding moment by moment
Unique into itself
The Artist creates His masterpiece
Beauty blossoms with each breath
Alive and flowing with this created picture
Whole and complete
Filled with potential
With opportunity
With love
Cherishing the brushstrokes
Invited to participate
Becoming one with the creation on the canvas
God’s love grafts me in
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2014
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