Blog 222 – 02-03-2016

Today’s poetic offering is another one verse poem that was written to a friend overly concern with, I think, the seeming imperfections or accidents in the picture but then in a larger sense we are collaborating, co-artists, with the Master Artist in creating not only our world but our lives. We should just trust that every brush stroke is incorporated into the finished work of art.

As The Artist Sees

We see the scars, wrinkles, and lines,

But the Artist sees the beauty of His own designs.

Someday our eyes will be opened to see as He sees

Hidden from us now by pain’s remains are everlasting beauties.

 

Comment :  This (verse) was composed in at note to A Friend that I thought was too concerned with her scars to see the true beauty she possessed. It was attached to a pass along from my cousin containing several lovely pictures of old barns and a story about a rich man who bought an old barn to get the aged and beautiful wood to panel his home and how we older ones who have gone through the aging of this life might think ourselves old barns but the Artist recognizes the beauty of His creation and will furnish his Home with us.

-David J. White 9-21-09

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White