Blessing at a stoplight
In my rushed, hurried days
Red lights are intolerable
But lately
I welcome these Red spheres
More than their green counterparts
I can let my senses take in
The light blue hues of the sky
The beauty in clouds
That come in so many different shapes and textures
Sometimes Fluffy, light
Other times streaky lines
Or Big thick waves of Grandeur
I can't breathe
Sometimes the transition from day to night
Brings silver, gray skies
Slippery and shiny
All encompassingly vibrant
I can't breathe
In delight
I feel alive
Blissfully so
I feel connected to the Almighty
I suspect he is the greatest artist of all