Saturday, October 18, 2008

The Artist's Work

Surrounded by a sea of painted beauty
I wonder
Would you be drawn to me?
A mess of my own feeble brushstrokes
with the Artist's perfect hues
Praise the Lord!
You cover me
with a cleansing unadulterated red
i cringe when i think of the cost of
that bottle of crimson
Yet i was worth it
You found me splattered and bruised
a mix of dark hues
but now i am whiter than snow

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