God's Painting

I watched awe-struck today as God painted the sky.

On bright bice-blue canvas He splashed silver-grey hue.

By joining with his breath the works of his brush strokes

He formed pictures of dragon, dog and kangaroo.

Then he blew them apart to float through the ether

and dissipate slowly in the depths of the void.

I contemplate time and the past that’s retreated

faded and lost, like the clouds seemingly destroyed.

My vision is drawn to a small receptacle

that holds the ashes of the dusty suit you wore

while here in this cold world of manifest secrets

and my heart knows a fear I will see you no more.

Then I remember sights of the heavens at night

when cloaking sun’s brightness can no longer conceal

another world comprising millions of candles

lighting directions, other places to reveal.

And I realise that all is not as it seems.

Things may be invisible but nothing is gone.

And like the day’s artwork of God’s lustrous painting

we simply change form, blend with creation, move on.