The Golden Painting
I've had many miracles
but none quite like you.
I was so close to giving up.
I wanted to die.
I felt things would never change
and I
wandered into a park,
early in the day,
looking for someone
I'd met around last May.
I had thought that man
was my salvation.
My imagination
was playing tricks on me
because in one fell swoop
God took a total stranger
and set him before me,
rearranged the circumstances
so that I could see
not all of my hope is found in man
but how sweet it is
to find a smidgen of hope in man
and how beautiful God has created
His ultimate masterpieces
and His works of art
and set them apart
from the rest of creation.
He wrote the poet
before the poet wrote,
He made the man
before the man made anything,
and surely He created the poet
to write poetry
and the man to make things.
There, before me, I beheld
a painting so vivid
my heart started on fire
and burned higher and higher
as the painting God had created
erupted with ire
and yet even in the anger
the painting was still beautiful to me
because I could see
God created me
to see the painting in full
and perhaps the purpose
in life is for the paintings
to see each other
and though many a man
or woman
may have passed the painting by
there is at least one who gazes
upon it with glistening eyes
and stares in wonder at it's colors.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and the one who beholds
finds more value in the painting
than any object or any dream
that the viewer could attain.
Yes, God made the painting
and the viewer thanks God
for it everyday,
that is to say
there is no painting
like the painting before me,
no painting I'd trade
for the one that I see,
and secretly God made the painting
but the painting made parts of me.
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