a rare and gentile painter,
with his palette, and his brushes;
tints, with early morning tones,
brushing mystery with mist.
His skill, touches all creation,
pledges hope, with rainbow oath.
He finishes with zealous stroke,
painting tranquility, with truth.
varnishing with aurora’s glow,
glazing skillfully the fragile light.
the image, on his canvas,
mixed with mystic form?
the beauty of the birthing
of His glorious new dawn.
This poem is from Treena’s book, Substance in Shadow.