He Who gifted the most gifted –
every saint, genius and artist who ever
existed – is painting every moment
a 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.