True Renaissance

It is the arts that need no God to crystallize a paradise-- the painter and the sculptor are aware that through their wrists, and underneath their fingers grow a deity that all men know and feel as mystic blood will flow into a spirit effigy and sign a road of stars. No God need bless the architect who fills the sky with sacrament; the symphonist who writes the stream of tears and joy that take the air beneath maestro's baton. No poet needs to bow his head before a marble throne... and why this blasphemy? It is the arts that feed the mind and more than we may understand, define a life beyond existing; that alone in their own genesis beyond a thousand years of scrolls the noble friars passed along, still speak as if to shake the earth... that "It is good" may still decree the very voice of God. ~