By: Sunbleach9~

Crimson castles rise in breathless splendor,
contrasting crystal blue at Heaven’s door…
The Master strokes an infinite pastel~
each bristle of his rainbowed brush
a soft, yet awesome grandeur yielding
Humility, yet joy perplex the children~
in peace their hearts are wakened by His touch~
His palette, brush and stroke in stillness whisper
Sedona autumn’s portrait of our God
RWHand 1982