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.

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