I remember days from long ago when life was but a high
We traveled in my little car across the countryside
There was no destination as we went on this long ride
We just enjoyed the scenery especially in fall

New England is a gorgeous place when autumn comes about
The leaves turn brilliant colors that always gave my heart a shout
Whenever autumn comes each year I look with suspect doubt
That the colors here in Iowa are redolent at all

God’s canvas is a mighty thing each day I look around
From sunrises to sunsets He fails not to astound
But in the autumn colors I’m set on higher ground
Their brilliance in New England makes me homesick every fall


I see the painter linger

His brush poised in the air

He silently is pondering

What this piece will declare

Out there on the horizon

The sun is sinking down

All colors of the rainbow

Can in the clouds be found

Anything the painter draws

Is only a pastiche

Of God’s own great creation

His images are rich

Rich in beauty far beyond

What brush strokes can attain

Rich in all His glorious ways

Shining once again

The painter starts to paint again

His brush strokes slow and calm

He knows this painting will reflect

The beauty of the Lord

In response to the daily prompt

A New Painting

I love a brilliant sunrise
When the clouds are gilded in gold
Seeing this marvel unfolding
Is something that never grows old

Then as the sun is leaving
The sunset is equally grand
A new paintingĀ  done every minute
By the master’s loving hand

So beautiful is this ceation
It’s hard to imagine much more
But the wonder of His sweet mercy
Is an aesthetic I can’t ignore

He forgave all of our sins
By sending His son to die
Then He shows His wonderful grace
By giving eternal life

The next time you see some beauty
Just remember that Jesus loves you
Then you will see that His mercy
Like that painting is always new


In response to the new daily prompt esthetic

Be A Star

I see your sunny smile
I see your well-kept hair
I see your stunning outfit
I see the shoes you wear

I see your sparkling eyes
I see your earrings bright
I see your walking gait
As you stroll past in the light

These things are all wonderful
They mean so much to you
But what is most important
Is invisible to view

I love the mercy that you show
To others facing need
I see such grace in words you use
They’re kind and very sweet

I hear you say the best of things
To all who come around
I know you’re thinking good thoughts
About those who are down

You see it’s not the way we look
That makes us be a star
It’s how we act toward others
That makes us who we are


In response to the daily prompt Invisible

Far Off

Far off

Past the fields filled with snow

and dirt

and the residue from the harvest

Past the river

winding through the countryside

seemingly aimlessly

Past the tree lined river bed

that marks it’s path

through the fields

Past the small town

just east of here

small and quaint

nestled in the quiet earth

still asleep

There is where I see beauty

Streaming rays of beginning dawn

show on the horizon

clouds gilded with gold

others shimmering red



As I watch the splendor

I am aware

acutely aware

God has graced me with one more day




In response to the daily prompt Horizon