Sunday, November 2, 2008

spilling open

I allowed my eyes to blur
Sinking into the strokes.
Some so carefully placed .
Others deep within their impulsive nature.
Perhaps formed in pain, or anger

canvas & oil & a life story

deluged in its lies and elegance

what has this come to?

perception disrupts.

I halted
And in the presence of profound beauty,
Engulfed in the mind of the great Creator
Made known through the hands of man.

For blood and marrow
Must transcend their rigid frame.
And in merging with the divine,
I will be opened to secrets of His heart.

As I am from Him
And in Him
And He in me
So am I ableto speak
and move
And marvel as I breathe
and beauty flows forth.

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