You are poetry.

You come outside

To view the faint sunset
Light bewildered by trees

Shines through quietly

You glide your soft auburn hair

Perched behind your ear

And in this moment I feel at home
Beneath the interior
You are my humble abode...
Your company is soothing
Calming and reassuring
Inside, the wind chimes ring
You saunter and my heart sings
Bit by bit I begin to recognize
The enchanting glow in your subtle eyes
Hidden in all abstract paintings
It's you; what all artists​ see
You are poetry...

God is here...

God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,

Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.

Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,

Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.

Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair

As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.