"The Master's Peace"

This is His Masterpiece
Paintbrush in hand
He towers over easel stand
Three brush strokes created man

This is His Masterpiece
So He blots out what He wills
Upon His purpose His choice fills spots blank of life with movement
He will create to His amusement
Because
This is His Masterpiece

Paint has no say
Soaked up by brush and appointed to sway left
Given the grace Paint says ‘yes’
Then Painter lifts color-soaked brush...
As Paint clings on to tip in trust...
As Hand wields magic across canvas blank...
From bristles to paper color sank
Paint glides with thanks
With ease
With hope that it will Painter please

This is His Masterpiece
And Painter smiles
He knows Paint is His blessed child
Whom He fashioned
From great mind, to finger’s tips flows His compassion
Into His masterpiece...

Until Paint broke peace with Master
Here forth conveys of Paint’s disaster
Who after move from guiding Image made its color fainter

Paint, Potential Master’s piece...
Nothing without its Painter

~Jamila Lyiscott