Portrait
Portrait
By: Tom Wright
1/17/02
At God's easel I commonly gaze,
at my life's portrait, predominately brushed.
Observing indiscriminate brushstrokes through a haze,
I'm rendered by time, aged, but yet un-hushed.
But dried brush strokes, have proven good to me,
no poverty, nor craving, but was my claim.
A master portrait, with blems, for all to see,
with God, both artist, and encompassing frame.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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