Saturday, October 8, 2011

Beyond My Weathered Window 10-8-11


Out beyond my weathered window,
out beyond my little view -
I see one from my rocker and,
I pray you see one too -
see one on each hillside,
see one on your way,
see one in each valley,
see one every day.

While the moon shines on the water,
and the sea reflects the light -
several boats pass through His painting,
with sails of halo white.

A sea bird glides in silhouette,
way above the sails masts -
way above the ropes and bollards,
the breezes travel past.

Man's final work arrives at dusk
before the reflections cease -
near piers I have known since childhood
on this, God's masterpiece.

Yet few have known that sunset orange,
and so fewer wonder why -
God's bright and vivid colors keep
on splashing though the sky.

And people race His vivid hues -
so oblivious and blind -
as God continues painting on
so generously kind.

Wide brush strokes still continue so -
with colors stark, bold and lush.
Though 'man' has stole the meanings -
our God still holds the brush.

Out beyond my weathered window,
out beyond my little view -
I watch Him from my rocker and,
I pray you see Him too -
see Him in the sunsets,
see Him everywhere,
see Him in the life you live -
and see Him in your prayer...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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