The Painter

You Paint with light,

Your works.

You serenade with thought.

You breathe breath forgotten,

You surrender what is lost.

You paint the entire Universe,

As easily as a tree.

You sustain it all through fading time,

Your brush, your word, is “Be”.

Your painting is your signature,

A master’s masterpiece.

Without your gift, apprenticeship,

Life as we know would cease.

by

Jon Schuck