God is the artist of all Creation =)

Looking at the clouds

A touch of gold,
smeared and gently spread;
across a canvas of blue.

they float - white
and soft -
amidst the pastels of
colour; grey,

timeless. still.
untouched by the cold hands of time and decay.

So it came to pass, this brand
New day. [not sans providence]
Whilst lying on the covered sheets,
My heart leaps for joy
At the sight of clouds
While my eyes restrain its tears
Eternity's depth is encapsulated in just this moment