He Who gifted the gifted -
every artist who ever existed -
is painting intently a portrait of existence
while nearby I stand, brush and palette in hand.
What new theme or rectification,
what shade and stroke dare I
contribute to His underlying expertise
when anything at all is a presumption
beyond my cramped judgment,
the less the better, an acknowledgement
and yielding to the authority, the vision,
the omniscient artistry of the Master.
O child of God, forgo the temptation to add
even one brushstroke to God’s creation.