Too Blind Canvas

Faith paints holding a redemptive brush,

A heart gently kneaded by Light’s touch.

Thick young pride dipped in Crimson’s deep

Leaves a humble rhyme impending sweet sleep.

Too blind canvas once lost and proud

Now found under flesh-colored grace.

Sounds quite queer

À la modern man’s ear–

Knots brushed and braided in lower soul’s beard.

So quick to tear

Seeing pride’s spear

Thrust in lower breast’s eye.

“Toss your pain to trade,” He sighs.

Heaven’s door swings wide

With embedded pearls of wisdom.

A Triune Tulip sewn in blue skies

Strums heart’s strings to temporary ocean tides

Till it can be held without time.

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Chester Delagneau


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