Portrait of Jesus Christ

Few years back I use to make Paintings Mostly of landscapes And sometimes, abstracts or portraits The oil paintings which I use to make were such, That anyone would have Found them to possess and love It was a season of Christmas and I was Strolling, when I saw two beautiful poetry books One on the season of Autumn and other on Christmas It had a bunch of adorable world of poetry So beautiful and so lovely Printed with beautiful photos and scenes The photo of Jesus was so enchanting With His loving eyes spreading The message of peace, love and humanity One day when I was trying to draw a sketch My brush started making on its own A beautiful picture of Jesus One evening, when that portrait of Jesus Was almost complete A Christian friend of mine saw that picture fine He was overwhelmed with joy and love And hugged me as if I was someone very fine He asked me? If I can gift that portrait to a Church divine I had felt a joy in making that beautiful portrait But giving it for a place of shrine Was the most wonderful feeling, one can cherish in his life time He asked me to come with that portrait of Jesus Christ And give that gift to his Church on Christmas Day In the Church, where he was going to prey I can never forget that Christmas day While seeing that lovely portrait of Jesus The priest blessed me with love, while tears in his eyes I am not a Christian, but still I love Jesus For all the kindness and love he gave to humanity And pain and sufferings He faced for us I still keep those two most beautiful poetry books Like a precious treasure And can never forget those lovely moments of sketching Jesus Christ. Ravindra Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009 Entered for Raul Moreno’s contest "The Deposition" Note 1: This poem is based on my own true happenings. I am still Keeping those poetry books published and printed in US around 1960’s and purchased by me second hand from a Magazine shop Around 1965 as my most valuable treasure. But since a long I am have not made any Paintings. Note 2: Incidentally I have traced that Portrait now shining in the care of my senior friend Mr. J F Patteson & brilliantly preserved by him till now.