Sacred Similes or Art-Accountability Awareness

Like a vast lake,blush, blue and goldunfolding overhead... ...where daybreak, like a threshold to pictures that dusk will sealOught first to be a blush-blue-golden altar where we kneel ... Like canvases to sketch upon, Today is always new... The art succeeding stretch-and-yawn is up to me and youWhere circumstance is but the scrim we splash with artistry... Like a vast lake, blush, blue and gold unfolding overheadDay breaks; and from yon welkin hold dawn’s fledgling wings are spreadWhere, young and old alike embark, like a migrating surgeOf souls, pressing toward the mark of eternity’s vergeWhere it is not made known to us how far the future splaysUntil we tread the exodus of mist-like, numbered days Like canvases to sketch upon, Today is always newThe art succeeding stretch-and-yawn is up to me and youWhere circumstance is but the scrim we splash with artistryFrom mercy-granted trays that brim with opportunityTo sing a hymn, to breathe a prayer, to lend a helping handTo be kind and humbly aware of time’s trickle of sand Like a tree softly doffed of leaves, moment-momentum keensThe seed that grows into the sheaves that harvest-season gleans/weansLike artists poised before pedestals as dawn hoists TodayWe brush-daub-lob Originals that appear drawn awayBut not forever; someday when our ‘painting-days’ are doneGod will be the Appraiser, studying them, one by one Oho, surely in light of this, there is no CommonplaceEach day is like a holy kiss from God, a gift of graceDawn’s debut, as it rends the air, propels eternityToward each one of us, bearing Soul’s immortalityThus, whether young or old, before we start Art of TodayNot one of us should be so bold as to forget to pray ...where daybreak, like a threshold to pictures that dusk will sealOught first to be a blush-blue-golden altar where we kneel To thank God for His favours and to ask Him to directWhere many tints and flavours taunt, flaunt, wink and interjectThen, beseech His whisper to wage, where brushstrokes heed command  So all that remains on the page are imprints of His Hand   © Janet Martin The trees are definitely being 'softly-doffed' today! Today's post inspired in part by part of my morning Scripture reading... Jer.17:5-10This is what the Lord says:“Cursed is the one who trusts in man,who draws strength from mere fleshand whose heart turns away from the Lord.6 That person will be like a bush in the wastelands;they will not see prosperity when it comes.They will dwell in the parched places of the desert,in a salt land where no one lives. 7 “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,whose confidence is in him.8 They will be like a tree planted by the waterthat sends out its roots by the stream.It does not fear when heat comes;its leaves are always green.It has no worries in a year of droughtand never fails to bear fruit.” 9 The heart is deceitful above all thingsand beyond cure.Who can understand it? 10 “I the Lord search the heartand examine the mind,to reward each person according to their conduct,according to what their deeds deserve.” Also,Partly by a line in the book The Irrational Seasonby Madeleine L'Engle"If you were arrested as a Christian, would there be enoughevidence against you to convict you?" ...and partly by an immense sense of standing on a fresh canvas of Time,as I watched the sunrise unfolding May You ask for and sense God's Hand over yours today!Happy Painting! Mine involves a scrub bucket and otherfall-cleaning essentials!(like good music!)Like this one!