The Artist paints the promises of tomorrow throughout the sky
In a crescendo of peaches, pinks, purples to brilliant blues
He amazes all that stop and stare at His artwork
However, do they take the time to walk into the gallery and stare at the clouds? To truly grasp the artwork’s meaning and the promises that lie behind it?
In literary work, the weather reflects the mood and the foreshadowing of the piece. When I finally took the time to stare at His masterpiece in the gallery walk,
I saw the foreshadowing of my life.
The whirl of clouds perfectly blended with tints of blues
From light to dark weaving through the white
The white patches reflecting off of the sun
Causing a sunset orange that gives one a sense of home
A sense of hope
The future holds love, peace, and success in all things when He is painting
The ice blues and melted yellow paints the eyes of my future husband and family
The brilliant peaches and purples paint the harmony of my future working success
There are distant clouds that cry and cause disasters
Storms that brew and show the hurricanes, tornadoes, and natural disasters I'm willing to face As long as He's holding the brush, I know there's a reasonable outcome
Although it may not seem fair, The Artist has a purpose
We spend money and time on psychics in trying to pinpoint the future
When all we need to do is look at the sky
The Artist paints the promises of tomorrow throughout the sky