Dearest Christ,
Every morn you paint the sunrise,Illumining a different landscape each time,Inspiring the day before us.We are in awe at the ineffable beauty,Lighting the hills and the plains.
Show me such grand celebration,That I may have a hand in this Creation;Please teach me this artistry,From You, the Master Himself,That with divine technique becomes,The expression of Pure Love.
Refined Sensibilities Whereby the Inner Tolerance & Outer Resistance Have
Been Compromised by an All Too Swift Development
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Development of any kind is rarely manifest in equal apportions of
progressiveness. Nature spurts and spills, with shoots and runners,
propelling into life ...
Gladys Mayer gives this prayer for painting:
ReplyDeleteThen as in Ancient Greece, we may once again sing:
"Paint for me, O Muse,
Paint for me O Angel Power,
Bear for me the hands,
Bear for me the brushes in my hands,
That I, with Thee, can guide my brush aright."