a nice friday

grin.
from ear to ear.
it's silly... yet right, pure.
deep breath, heart pulse.
Spirit, your glory is beautiful.
beautiful enough for me to see it in this,
a portrait, a picture, a painting,
a shade of You.
flicker.  
mind racing, memorizing words.
emulating those caught, kept.
Your voice is heard throughout,
Your finger's path i follow.
it shows me patience,
brush strokes more creative 
than i thought i could see.
a gift for now, for always?
my timid toes are wet.
blink.
this way, walk, Your voice whispers,
it makes me know trust.
the glimpse i see is wild and delicate,
like the beating of butterfly wings.
a disciple of grace, 
aware of the vapor, thankful for the flower,
grinning, still.