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

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