Hit Or Miss
From their splendid new homes unto my brush
The cascades of colors come
To celebrate vines, fruit, healthy branches
For four and five hours' meditation
On John's Gospel (Chapter 15)
Meanwhile back at the ranch
Folks love the cross - as jewellery - not on canvas
Was I too loud, in your face, with my pretty trellis?
After all vines are most productive on trellises,
Or hidden crosses. Aren't they supposed to bear fruit?
Those who buy my acrylic crosses on Psalm 23
Or the more ubiquitous John 15, are few
They are wonderful Christmas & Thanksgiving gifts
(That pleased a dying Bill Diles in Athens, Ohio, years ago)
Yet any words of encouragement are welcome
For the four and five hours each canvas takes on days
When time oppresses with threats to excite with sins
That were usual in my youth, sex and such boring things,
So these meditations are welcome, LORD, for they say
You are changing my heart and renewing my mind
In my art, am I a little David, a man after Thy own heart?
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