To explain the end of my poem: As I was getting to the end of the 5 minutes (and the end of my poem), and thinking about how I feel when I do creative things, whether painting or writing or whatever, a quote from Eric Liddell popped in my head. If you don't know who he is, watch Chariots of Fire. :) Anyways, at one point he said, "God made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure." So, I adapted that quote to end my poem (just seconds before the timer rang). :)
“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus…” ~Ephesians 2:10a
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” ~Psalm 139: 13-14a
Pigments squirt into a palette,
colours of the world.
A brush sweeps and swirls across the canvas,
apparent chaos but, in time, a masterpiece emerges.
Beauty in the majestic, the simple, the pretty
BUT beauty also in the old, the rotten, the desolation
Beauty in the broken.
And God, with His magnificent brush strokes,
creates beauty in THIS Broken
This canvas of my life, but a small piece of the canvas of the universe,
seemingly chaotic until I look back
And I see beauty.
Beauty in the joy, beauty in the hardships
dark, harsh colours where hurt made its mark
bright, joy-filled colours where peace and joy have touched.
my sweeps and swirls of the brush,
my mixing of pigments,
just a cheap imitation of what God has already done
Showing beauty in my life as best as I can.
And “when I [paint] I feel His pleasure”.
|Beauty in the pretty - a dahlia from a local park|
|Beauty in desolation|
|Beauty in the broken - My Mother's Hands|