heaven's canvas

monday morning... the moon is shining, white sliver in charcoal sky. the start to another adventure which i wearily embrace. longing to be little again, to have mother make my lunches and father teach me right from wrong. such a big, bad world. i shiver and scan the headlines -- 18 year old shot dead on birthday. another day to make things brighter in a world of darkness. the sun bleeds across the sky, bashfully beautiful. take these feet, make them walk, take my mouth and help me talk i whisper to the painter of the heavens. help me believe. breathe hope into the grey-black gutters of our world.