Every evening you paint the sky in a different manner, design and pattern. You intricately shape and twirl Your rays of light - aligning them perfectly amongst one another. You choose colours particularly, carefully and mindfully. You blend collections of oranges, magentas, indigos and violets together, with occasional hints of turquoise. You string clouds great and small across the wide open space, delicately shaping them ever so gently and perfectly. That they might hang and exist in harmony. All that You bring into existence, stands to bring You glory and praise. May I forever be mindful of that which You orchestrate daily. Father, Your art is truly magnificent.