What if I closed my eyes and seen

the sky as a white canvas waiting for the imagination of my

soul to freely paint the beauty of creation?

I would paint the strength of the sun, the power of the

moon, the silence of the air. I would paint the sound

of the humming bird, the whistle of the wind. I would

paint the laughter of a little child’s first tickle; the

excitement of their first Christmas, and the blush of their

first kiss. I would paint the melody of a jazz

midnight breeze, I would paint the fragrance of an

everlasting love, I would paint the joy of the morning, I

would paint the gentleness of a peacock’s

feather, I would paint the conversations of the

clouds, I would paint the newness of a day and the

possibilities of tomorrow. I would paint the cure for

cancer, the secret of youth. I would paint the end to

war, the awareness of peace. I would paint the

determination of the spirit; I would paint the Wisdom of

Solomon. I would paint the twinkle of an eye, the pose

of confidence, the heart of appreciation.

I would paint the breath of the creator; the unseen hand of

creation. I would paint the beauty of the beholder, the

softness of his touch, the radiance of His being.