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It Started with a Blank Canvas

It all began as my wife and I were attending a state fair. My wife had joined with a friend, and the two of them sought their interest and fantasies. I simply wandered about from one booth to another until I came upon a gentleman painting on a canvas. It caught my interest when he sighted and made eye contact with me about 8 feet away. Suddenly, I was taken aback as it would appear that He began painting a picture of me. From a blank canvas, he proceeded to paint at a pace I had never seen and began with a FOREHEAD covered with aging lines and sweat. The sheer sight of that forehead brought drops of sweat to my forehead. There seems to have been a prophetic link between the painter, the canvas, and myself, uniting us like the confluence of rivers. Little did I expect that he would be painting a picture of me. As he proceeded with great brevity and skill, every aspect of the painting created a like-effect on myself. As he continued, with watery EYES, he said such eyes portrayed my own, filled with cares and burdens of hurting people. The EARS he painted were larger than normal and embraced with signs seen only by those needing to speak in confidence to a trusted one. The tired, weary, and lonely souls knew that the ears were special and designed to listen to their cries of neglect and pain; to their disappointment, mistakes, and misfortunes. As the painter began with a normal-looking NOSE, he assured me that the nose was lightyears from normality because it was equipped, not to pass judgment on the sins of mankind, but to filter what came through it. And like a tree taking in carbon dioxide and giving out oxygen, such was the nose of my own that he painted. Lastly, the talented and prophetic painter paused and stared at me just before starting on the MOUTH. There were no critical words of caution from him or the mouth he painted. Notwithstanding, unspoken words flowed into my heart and soul, igniting a change in the way and tone of my speech. I was therefore informed that my lips of dust must henceforth release more words of divine love. Not all of our lives are like a box of chocolate, never knowing what we are going to get. Sometimes, God unveils the essence of our lives in mysterious ways. In my case, it is a 'never-ending story'. But it started with a blank canvas.

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Date: 2/26/2024 12:29:00 PM
Great storytelling Curtis... Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 2/24/2024 6:27:00 PM
Loveliness of heart displayed in your creative poem!
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