The plien Air Painter

The Plien Air Painter

Reality seems to dissipate

and the gates to heaven creek,

Devoid of the  day’s  meaningless toils

 he enters a heavenly peace.

 stood in on a ridge like an eagle,   

The painters begins his day ,

The artist prays  to the angels 

To guide his brush this day .

to  hitch a ride on the slip-stream ,

of knowledge and creative grace,

and capture more than life as seen

 to reach that heavenly place.

Dancing  between the mountains,

Rivers  trees  and  fields, 

his brush becomes his broom stick,

 the truth he hopes to reveal .