Too Blind Canvas

My faith paints holding His brush,

A heart gently kneaded by Light’s touch.

Thick young pride dipped in Crimson’s deep

Left a humble rhyme impending sweet sleep.

Too blind canvas once lost and proud

Now found under flesh-colored grace.

Sounds quite queer

To modern man’s ear–

Pardoned braids brushed in soul’s beard.

So quick to tear seeing pride’s spear thrust in lower breast’s eye.

“Toss your pain to trade,” He sighs.

His closet door lingers with embedded pearls of wisdom.

A triune tulip sewn in blue skies

Strums hearts’ strings to ocean tides

Till it can be held without time.


Chester Delagneau

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