by Liam

There is an artist,

Not apart from you, but pulsing in your very breath.

There was an artist,

Creating long before the cry of your first light.

There shall always be an artist,

Alive in the quiet flame of your becoming.

You are the brushstroke of the Eternal,

Painting the canvas of each day with your presence.

Each morning you waken the dawn,

Summoning gold from the hush of shadow.

From the invisible, you call forth wonder,

Shaping creation from the silence of soul.

A star has kindled deep within your being,

Its radiance not seen by the Sun,

But known in the marrow of your being.

It outshines the wild surge of the sea,

Moves beyond the mighty pulse of the surf.

Let this fire infuse your moment,

Let your hands create with sensations of longing,

Until the world feels the love of your light.

Becoming the art you were born to reveal.

Becoming the blessing you already are.