I love to see what You paint
in more subtle shades of grey,
in gentle mists,
lost in a soft reflective day.
It is perhaps more clear to see
than in the sharpness of bright sun,
the gentleness Your nature brings
to each and every one.
The darkness of the night
You light with stars above,
and draw in our minds and hearts
Your spangled fields of love.
But in the early morning mists
I feel so close to You,
enveloped in Your bliss
and kissed by heaven's dew.
great poem beautifully written.