The Sky is His Canvas
Oh, Lord, when I gaze upon the skies, a living tapestry of celestial hues and shapes, I see Your infinite beauty and acknowledge Your tender presence.
The Sun bids farewell to the day, a trail of radiance in its wake. As the astral brushstrokes grow dim I behold the awakening of the evening sentinels—Luna, Venus, Sirius, and a host of sparkling heaven-bound jewels.
Thank you, Father, for sketching a new masterpiece each night. Amen.