The Golden Painting

I've had many miracles but none quite like you. I was so close to giving up. I wanted to die. I felt things would never change and I wandered into a park, early in the day, looking for someone I'd met around last May. I had thought that man was my salvation. My imagination was playing tricks on me because in one fell swoop God took a total stranger and set him before me, rearranged the circumstances so that I could see not all of my hope is found in man but how sweet it is to find a smidgen of hope in man and how beautiful God has created His ultimate masterpieces and His works of art and set them apart from the rest of creation. He wrote the poet before the poet wrote, He made the man before the man made anything, and surely He created the poet to write poetry and the man to make things. There, before me, I beheld a painting so vivid my heart started on fire and burned higher and higher as the painting God had created erupted with ire and yet even in the anger the painting was still beautiful to me because I could see God created me to see the painting in full and perhaps the purpose in life is for the paintings to see each other and though many a man or woman may have passed the painting by there is at least one who gazes upon it with glistening eyes and stares in wonder at it's colors. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and the one who beholds finds more value in the painting than any object or any dream that the viewer could attain. Yes, God made the painting and the viewer thanks God for it everyday, that is to say there is no painting like the painting before me, no painting I'd trade for the one that I see, and secretly God made the painting but the painting made parts of me.