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The artist sees a vision of a fiery
Reds, oranges and blues mingled, burning in his eyes
In the mind he sees it but can his hands wrought
The picture on the canvas that from the cupboard sought
The canvas on the easel the palette
in the hand,
"What type of paint will bring the effect that I demand"
The vibrancy of oils or the acrylics so versatile
Or the softness of water colour- made him wonder for a while
Tubes were squeezed, five colours to
But would that do justice to the passion of his heart
He spread the paint so vivid, alone and mingled together
Standing back and viewing what seemed to take forever
The painting was finished yet he still
shook his head
"This portrays one aspect- not the whole vision I dread"
So to the storage place he trod the path again
To fetch another canvas to ease that inner pain
On and on he brushed, frame after frame
Until the floor was covered and his hand was still
He looked at the mess around him, the piles on every hand
On the wall he began to mount them, on the chair he did stand
Row after row he hung them, touching
together, no room apart
Finished he stood back, and what he saw made him start
They were no longer separate paintings, from the ceiling to the floor
For they showed a life-sized image of himself- formed in the vision that he saw.
4 May 2008
This poem could be about how God sees us as individuals and in relation to everyone God has called through history -as (Heb 11:40) says:.., that they without us should not be made perfect.
Or it could be about the body of Christ as Paul says...1Co 12:20 But now are they many members, yet but one body.... How with a member missing the body is incomplete.
Or it could be about how we understand the bible. If we nit pick words, phrases, sentences, verses, chapters, books - we lose the picture of Christ, which is seen when we stand back far enough to see what picture, with its individual imperfect brush strokes, is made.
the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14
© Stephen Share 2006
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