They speak to me–
The silent setting sun
The crashing, roaring waves
The deepening royal purple of
The jutting, rocky island which rises up from the sea.
They speak to me–
The yellows, pinks, oranges,
And all the in-between hues of the setting sun;
Light becomes color
But their voice is one,
One Voice speaking peace
To the weary heart that
Sees through my eyes
And hears through my ears.
This Voice speaks peace–
Peace through the silent, setting sun.
It gently whispers peace
Through the crashing, violent waves.
The sea gulls listen in silent wonder
To this gentle Voice of Majesty,
This Voice of Beauty
That can only come from the hand
Of the Master Artist.
With a motion of His hand
He blends the colors,
Fluid, moving colors,
The somber darkness with
The radiant colors of light.
With a nod of His head,
A sweep of His shining eyes,
His heart pours forth beauty;
His Voice speaks forth majestic beauty–
The unequaled blend of
Crashing waves with silence,
The fresh, pure scent of ocean salt,
The feel of the spray, wet but warm,
And of the wind, powerful and free,
The contrast of colors,
Dark and light.
They speak to me
But their Voice is One,
The Voice of the Master Artist–
He paints for me
His perfect heart
Of justice, peace, and love.
Wonderful poetry. Thanks for sharing. God bless you.
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Thank you, Nitin! God bless you, as well!
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Welcome ma’am
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So beautiful! Our God is such an amazing artist, isn’t He? I love the way that you have captured the peace that He brings to us through His creation–so many different ways, but they each point back to Him. There is such a gentle reassurance to your words. Thank you for sharing them!
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Thank you, Bettie!
Yes, He is a wonderful Artist! The Best!
I’m so glad enjoyed this!
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Beautiful poem Ruth. I could picture every part of it. The imagery 🙌🏽
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Thank you, Brittany! Can you picture this? We stand in the crowded parking lot with a giant silver pyramid behind us on a sweltering summer day. The ice in our water bottles reverts to refreshing water with haste, and condensation drips often from our hands. What relief to step into the air conditioned recesses of the cavernous retreat!
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Beautiful words and the art is stunning.
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Thank you, Diana! Chrystal Jackson was well-known for her watercolor paintings, especially her butterfly prints. She came to the university I was attending in the 1990’s. She was displaying a larger painting like this one, and she painted this smaller one for me. I love the contrast.
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You’re welcome, Ruth! That’s such a nice story and she’s so good at painting.
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Lovely!!!
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[…] I have a watercolor painting by Chrystal Jackson that made me imagine I was actually experiencing the wind and the waves crashing on the rocky beach at sunset. It actually gave me the inspiration to write a poem about God being the Master Artist. You can read that poem here. […]
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