Within the Realm
of Infinite Possibility
there lies a paintbrush
magnificent in its ability

A paintbrush of illustriousness
A paintbrush of delight
A paintbrush of fulfilment
of majesty
of might

With the sweep of a swirl,
the conjuring of a twirl,
an endless blue shall unfurl

Oceans and seas of cool cobalt
swiftly sliding, cresting, gliding

The sky – a mirror of turquoise tranquility
The rain – an elixir of abundant fertility

A flourishing, a nourishing, of lush, leafy line
The towering, and flowering,
of a verdant forest of pine

The purest blush of a rose
as it blooms upon a vine,
its inviting scent – an aromatic offering
of praise to the Divine

A graceful swoop, a lissome loop,
a fluidly sweeping arc

With an attitude of beatitude,
the paintbrush makes its mark

From the Hand of the One
emerges sea upon sea
of blessing and wonder:
His Word, to each, is, ‘Be!’