Painted in Light
Awash in dawn's palette, each new day brings hope. As sunbeams stretch across the landscape, let your inner light also wake and rise. No darkness can dim the flame within. You hold the brush to paint your path aglow.
The dawn canvas unfolds,
Awash in colors bold.
Golden light, unparalleled sight,
As night's veil lifts her hold.
Rosy fingers reach high,
Painting blue with a sigh.
Crimson, tangerine, colors careen,
Splashed wide across the sky.
The day brightens and warms,
While dew glitters and charms.
Morning's masterpiece, a soul's release,
A glow the spirit embalms.
But when sunset descends,
On beauty it appends.
Oranges, pinks, purples and indigos,
As the long day upends.
Such resplendent artistry,
We can but marvel to see.
If only our eyes could likewise paint life,
With this vibrant brush of glory.
Yet perhaps they do shine,
With a flame divine.
Within each soul, colors unroll,
Luminescent, heaven-designed.
So let inner light heighten,
No shadows to frighten.
Like the sun's Coming,
Let goodness enlighten.
Radiate from inside,
With colors you can't hide.
For you hold the brush, the palette too,
Paint your path with pride.
About the Creator
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Poets
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