Things do change

The artist, ready and alert before
the canvas, turns to the model –
maybe a concept tirelessly
refined – bursting in expectancy
of some beauty and clarity
never before expressed.

If inertia, routine approach,
rote process gain the moment,
the artist strays into drowsiness,
the model left in the dust; the art
falls leaden, stale – inspiration lost
in an ideal forsaken.

Spiritual vision, innate in us all,
is awake, resolute, holding the
divine model of oneness: perfect
God, Love itself, and His precious
children – all of us made spiritual
like Spirit, reflections of God’s
pure nature of good.

This model before us, we trustingly
hew, color, shape lives of meaning;
lives that honor and value Love’s
supreme influence; lives so vitally
vested in fresh, God-impelled kindness
and freedom that disunity, anger,
fear, are left powerless in the dust.