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