To the Painter

Author Aaron Sun

To the Painter

Aaron Sun

While walking I heard a sparrow singing by
And thought to write a lovely little rhyme.
The birdsong heralds life in twilight glow,
As flames of fire fall across the snow.
The dancing lilac hues on winter white
Turned to violet blues that streaked the night. 
Each thread unraveled from Joseph's coat of color,
Daily varnished no two evenings like the other. 
And then I thought what strong hand divine
Could lift such a heavy canvas to the sky?
To light the torch that world around revolves,
Each morning to warm the hearts of all. 
The very rocks and stones are sure to cry, 
As the water from the brook rushes by. 
And so too with I—walking this winter morn. 
Look! Book of nature! Feast, and praise the Lord!

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