practice, precision, power.
Fingers sweeping over ivory.
Eternity calling to Creation.
Galaxies echoing everlasting colors.
dipping, bristling swirls.
Color unto color, hues merging across sky’s canvas.
Brilliance blasting against blackness.
each day, a world, each soul
Called into being. Perfectly numbered.
Mystery unfolding, revealing the wonder of His all encompassing, everlasting love.
This painting belonged to my parents. It caught my eye this morning after I wrote this. I will never look at it the same way again. Do you know the Artist…?