In His Arms Poem by Bree Z Love

The sky' length is no comparing to how wide his arms stretch.
My eyes open to search all places to find him.
Beyond the horizons and indigo hues.
Rivers and oceans awake; never sleep. Rise and fall; bursting forth.
Touching my soul, I know it is truly his. If only you knew.

Intensing colors with thorough selection in depths.
My favorites: golden-copper trimmed skies; silver and white trimmed mountains, sapphire trimmed streams, surrounding olive green hills; Adrift.
Brown tones, strong and bold to mild and meek, his muse of ambience.
With such diligence I rush to touch each trim, even though I know his patience.
With each creation.
I feel those arms wrapping and stretching around me and a World; lavished in pure radiance.