My mind is filled
with Your sky exhibition
Your expertise displayed for all to see.
Yet intimately revealed to me.
A private viewing between us.

Sometimes like a dark brooding cloud
enlarging it's cloak
letting me glimpse the edge of Your power
then purer than light
reflected in clouds
bursting down majestic and clean.

Sometimes with tender pink
You catch me by surprise
then fill the heavesns with passion
satisfying the day
with night
- the lesser light.

Who can paint like You paint?
Who can love like You love?

© 1995 by J. K. Phillips

from the book "In Their Likeness"