CATHEDRALS OF CREATION
A will to see paradise through in their humble corner of eternity
Gashed, but oozing with creative kindness.
Our wounds are reservoirs for creative love.
Our tribulations, passages into surrender.
Tribulized, but making with kindness.
Beneath all Great Builders of Form is a will to usher beauty,
a will to see paradise through in their humble corner of eternity.
Felt upon walking in,
intention breathes the walls,
difference patterns the floors,
reverence illuminates the glass.
Come now, walk on through.
Thy studio is gentle,
thy inspiration all consuming,
to beliefs seeking relief,
from mundane creative ambitions.
I will paint you the chorus your heart beckons to know.
Music from the stars,
inspiration for now.
So move your hands, filter your gaze.
For the patterns of form await your tender touch, yearning for your acceptance, and your creative mercy.