In the Presence of Greatness

She swirls like desert sand She has a natural curve of welcome Complex, with the openness of a sensual woman Each beautiful light-filled stroke artistic genius. She is an overall intriguing pattern of love. I came to this lobby today to write a poem. Instead, I stare in awe, feeling humbled. Who was the architect? Surely one lone person did not envision this masterpiece. Perhaps it was a committee of angels. I feel I am in the presence of greatness. I pick up my pen and begin to write.