Monday, December 21, 2015

To You and The Art That Waits Within...or, Holy Joy

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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