The Artist

His Brushstrokes Span the Stars Distant,

Details Found in Objects Near.

Throughout the Piece, Intention is Persistent,

From Ground to Sky, Chaos is Made Clear.

Sat Alone on a Park Bench,

Enjoying a Day Like the One Before.

In the Time Waiting, Hours Are Spent;

Witnessing the Evolving Craft, Not Being a Chore.

Blue Skies Above Lift a Broken Heart,

Running Waters Guide a Mind Stressed.

Ancient Trees Shade a Soul Torn Apart-

Through God's Artistry, Our Frailty Finds Rest.