The sun shines its piercing beauty

Into retinas not able to appreciate it

(but that doesn’t stop me from trying)

But I’m realising

The sun is most beautiful

Not when my eyes squint to perceive it

But when my back turns to embrace it

And my eyes turn to see the way it paints

The scene I never look at…

The scene behind the sun

The canvas, not the palette

Is where the artistry is best displayed

The hills sprayed with citrus tones

As the setting sun goes to work

The dunes on fire

The gum trees painted so vividly

They look fake

Setting sun behind me

Rising moon ahead

“Argh! The sun!”

But “ahhh, the scene behind the setting sun”

Sometimes I can’t look at, or even imagine,

God

But I look at the goodness that colours the lives

Of those he loves

And who love him

And I praise him in my blindness

I can’t see him

My retinas can’t cope

But the painted gums

Tell me all I need to know