Maestro Di' Pittore
There stands the predominate artisan
The maestro
Before his endless canvas with pallet in hand
Preparing his oils
Brushing out the everyday landscapes
Lost to our eyes
Use the moment to stop and open your mind
Take the time
Become one with his canvas enjoying the gift
Painstakingly stroked
Become aware of the worlds symbiotic nature
Beheld in grace
The aroma of honeysuckle…
The flight of the popinjay…
The glassy tarn of dusk…
For every night and every season they wane
Only to bloom again
Use your heart to look into your brother’s eye
Greet him anew
See and admire the many hues lining their faces
Eyes of blue and green
Come to know the glory still radiant in this world
Within cherubic song
Come drink your fill brushed upon the blind eyes
See it for the truth
Now know the face of the world’s great artisan
Though you’ve always known
He is the voice of the Almighty
A mighty peacemaker called Allah
And the judging thunder of Iehova
I hold him close within my spirit and call his name
Maestro di’ Pittore
The master painter…who colors the world for us all
On the suns rising palette
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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