1/2 (7 oz.) roasted sweet red peppers
2 tbsp. ketchup
1/2 tsp. sugar
1/4 tsp. hot pepper sauce

Mix all ingredients until well blended. No cooking is necessary.

Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears,

These are forever the paints of the years.

Splashed on the canvas of life day by day,

we are the artists, the colors are they.

We are the painters, the pigments we use,

never we're wholly permitted to choose.

Grief with its gray tint and joy with its red,

come from life's tubes to be blended and spread.

Here at the easel, the brushes at hand,

each for a time is permitted to stand.

White was the canvas when first we began,

ready to picture the life of a man.

Now we are splashing the pigments about,

knowing the reds and the blues must give out.

Soon we must turn to the dull hues and gray,

painting the sorrows that darken the way.

Now with the sunshine and now with the shade,

slowly but surely the picture is made.

Even the gray tints with beauty may glow,

recalling the joy of the lost long ago.

Let me not daub it with doubt and despair,

deeds that are hasty, unkind and unfair.

But when the last bit of pigment is dried,

let me look back at my canvas with pride.

Let me when trouble is mine to portray,

dip with good courage, my brush in the gray.

After the tears and the grief let there be,

something of faith for my children to see.

Lord let me paint not in anger or hate,

grant me the patience to work and to wait.

Make me an artist, though humble my style,

and let my life's canvas show something worthwhile.