I sat on the porch late this afternoon near sunset. The desert mountains appearing dust grey, granite and rust-brown as the light slowly lowered itself in the west. The landscape before it a bright tobacco and hay with vibrant and dark green kiavi scattered as though islands of refuge for the abundant wildlife that lives within its vastness. Skies of light purple and blue beginning to darken scattered with game birds flying through the haze from the dust blown in the warm Arizona winds. I gazed in awe at this, Gods canvas stretched across the horizon. From one side of the valley to the other the twilight bathing the vista in a warm glow beneath billowing white clouds in the distance and wondered how with such magnificence before him man dismisses with little thought the painted beauty and majesty of His world.
I saw you looking and wondered why,
As you rarely noticed before,
Your days they moved,
From dawn to dusk,
Beneath bright and hidden stars.
The breath you drew,
Was ever there,
The scent of life filled the air,
The steps you took without a care,
As it seemed you never noticed.
What was the difference in this dawn,
What made you look far beyond,
To see the beauty ever found,
In the colors of Gods canvas.
No matter what, I’m glad you saw
At least one moment on His wall,
And woke to notice after all,
The colors of Gods canvas.