From the book A Million Little Ways by emily p. freeman
Beautiful you,
Born, not to do
What he or she has done
But what still waits
Beneath the gates
Of thought and skin and bone
The canvas of
Life’s live-laugh-love
Unfolds…inhale, exhale
Where poetry
Is like a sea
Out-poured from mortal grail
Our tools of trade
Are ready made
To meld with the employ
Of fingertips,
Eyes, ears and lips
Ah, this is holy joy
…to pour in art
The human heart
With worship unrestrained
And thus to be
The you or me
That loving God ordained
© Janet Martin
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