Not so very far from home

I watched a glorious sunrise a few days ago and thought how beautifully the sky was painted. I ponder in a moment like this how beauty calls my soul to look to the Creator of paint and beauty and simply sigh for lack of adequate language. Beauty and glory, Glory and beauty... One is nestled near the other. In my sojourning I reach to honour the One who made beauty and whose Glory leaks in that place. I search to paint the sky, maybe not as my Creator but nevertheless to use a large paintbrush and rich vivid colours, wide armstrokes and to generate beauty that catches the viewer in his steps even if but only for a moment. He is the Beauty I seek to reflect, the small beauty a mere copy of his masterpiece yet a delighted apprentice in his school.