Outer Sphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Immortal draftsman of the heavens, painting centerfolds
of glorious beauty.

Stepping back, holding up a thumb, checking perspectives,
creating the pitch and colors.

Radiographic, picturesque, untamed beauty brought to rest
upon outer spheres of heaven.

Brilliant, intellectual, genius, movement of it spreads the
clouds, colors and rearranges it constantly, finding someone
to appreciate the beauty of belonging to God.