by Al Carden
Feb. 5, 2016
With careful eye the brush he gripsTo set at ease their trembling lips.Some strokes are vast and deep and wideAnd some are faint, they nearly hide.What picture gaze on canvas roughAwash with color, is it enough?Alas and did the artist knowThe life he painted to and fro.Day after day the hours fleetThe master paints he does not sleepTo bring the image plain and spitA master's piece so fully fit.With peace of heart and quiet hushThe soul becomes his painting brush!He sets in motion every lifeExperiencing turmoil, pain and strife.But in the midst of all this painA masterpiece becomes so plain.With every stroke of reflected LightThe canvas glows with new insight.What picture gaze on canvas roughAwash with color, is it enough?The painter's brush attuned can beA wounded heart alas set free!
Written and Copyrighted by Al Carden
28.05 | 19:44
Awesome to see you again with Andre and Mary ann
28.05 | 12:17
It is the greatest human privilege, to be loved and to love. Thanks for these thoughts.
15.05 | 15:19
Yes. Beings not Doings.
15.05 | 15:15
So true. The value of kindness to others is invaluable.
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