You're planting a painted garden within me
Seed
By spoken seed.
A Monet of this life in Christ
Ripe reds and sweet, soft yellow
Smeared across this calm, green page.
An ocean of this feeling
Moves and crashes
Within this Autumn heart.
And calm, damp river winds
Against my eyes
Happy season sighs
And cool, September breezes
Dance throughout my hair.
These sheer, white moons
Cast shafts of silver light across my cheek
And usher me
Into a dreamer's sleep.
And singing,
Gathered voices,
Songs of heavy,
Happy
Praise
Behind these white sun stars, it plays.
These fall lights fill with lemon hues
And decorate
The liquid pink horizon.
And oh,
Here comes
That sweet, transparent blue
And snowy angel's footprints 'cross the sky,
Or joyous humming of the rain
With liquid diamonds in my tangled hair
And raven lashes.
I smile at this blessing:
Morning
Faith colors every dreary thing with happiness
And holds me in golden rise
And violet set
Warm
And rich with Christ.
By Jenni Orton
