Master Artist
The canvas must be silent
as the artist paints the scene.
The paper, too, waits anxiously
while the author shares his dream.
The many lines surrender
to the architect’s keen plan.
The clay must yield to form
and shape . . .
in the gentle potter’s hand.
And we, the most unyielding
of the universal tools,
must learn to be compliant
in the way we will be used.
God works on us throughout
our lives.
For only He’s aware . . .
behind our masks of make
believe
A wounded soul lies bare.
Marcia K. Leaser
