One brushstroke

One brushstroke                                                                                                

He Who gifted the most gifted –

every saint, genius and artist who ever lived –

is painting every momenta meticulous portrait
of existence while nearby I stand,

standard issue brush and palette in hand.

What new theme or rectification,

what shade and stroke dare I contribute

to His underlying expertise –

even to my own small portrait and portion

of the vast canvas – when anything at all

is a presumption beyond my ability and limited view?

Surely, my judgment and opinion will only add

to the chaos and conflict of all the other countless
contributions, perspectives, advocacies and interdictions.

Surely, the less the infinitely better –

a humble acknowledgement and yielding

to the autonomy, 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.