the lake is holding a glimmering sky
but can no more contain it than can the eye
too vast its wild and shimmering tide
its canvas open wide
*
the mountains portrait cannot be framed
their massive crown of royalty reigns
they cannot be controlled or tamed
a thousand years the same
*
the forest breathes a breath so deep
each moment sighs and silence silence speaks
its message wafts to lofted peaks
beyond the farthest reach
*
the scented scenes of meadows find
a sense of awe and grand design
for those who search and seek and wait,
may find great hope -
in the light of God's paint.
"Blessed is he...whose hope is in the Lord his God,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
For with You is the fountain of life;
in your light we see light.
Psalms 146:5,6,9
