It Started with a Blank Canvas

Placed second in: It Started With a Blank Canvas Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Silent One It Started with a Blank Canvas At the start stood a blank canvas In the womb of stark nothingness; The greatest Artist first drew out From the depth of deep emptiness The pictures of heaven and earth Shrouded in depressive darkness. To lift the veil from the canvas, With His smart and dexterous skill He spread the beam of light thereon In a spirit full of goodwill And to raise the canvas` delight He pitched the sky above waters. To enhance the canvas` beauty The Artist sketched out the dry land Painted in fruit trees, greenery And vegetation found in dreams With birds flying across the sky, The moon and stars veiled by sunbeams. With colourful brush, He scattered Moving creatures on the dry land Swimming bodies on blue water And in a wonderful garden At the centre of the canvas Penciled the seeds of primal man. This wondrous work of art, indeed, Was crafted as an artistry, Not as a fun, but as a feat Of fondness for humanity, As a distinctive tapestry With the loveliest imagery. This painting of the universe With stars, the sky and the moonlight, With rivers, lakes and the forest, With oceans, waves and the sunlight, With hills, mountains and waterfalls Was all wrapped in wondrous snowballs. This unique work of tapestry With divine thoughts and messages Transmitted to humanity By the Artist through long ages Remains living testimony Of divine glory and beauty. Yet, how many His art cherish! How many His canvas relish! How many His feat admire! How many His thoughts inspire! How many His words do follow! How many`re moved by His halo!