Sprinkling color all around a summer morning,
Disused buildings take a well-deserved rest.
Smiling quietly in the sun,
ignoring passerby’s cat-calls of repair and renovation.
And instead, bask in the peace and harmony of the day.
Kissing the summer morning with sunlight,
All awakens in response,
Taking its proper place in the workd,
Beautiful, busy and natural.
Even the old, suddenly not neglected,
Watch on, smiling silently,
As new paint falls from the sky,
Spilling color to their feet.
By its single touch all is transformed,
into beauty and something pleasing,
Dwelling deep in her soul,
she incites her to action,
knowing only God himself is worthy of it … and has it to give.
Not worrying about outcomes,
Having done what was in her power … at the time,
and remains in the calm presence of God,
now enjoyed almost constantly.
Waiting for the next assault from the foe,
Her peace is well protected.