The Great Lord Artist
A day spent arguing, defending, fighting
A day ending now, with words too, delighting
My wife that my back pain, and backsliding
Will not lead to suicidal thinking
As my window opens to a street at evening
To shock my senses as to God's painting
I see the addicts walking too, from above
I had imagined heaven, Jesus, eyes of love
How humans, even addicts, glow as light
But brought back to earth by 200 egrets
The commuters flutter like confetti at twilight
Some perch on thorn bushes, most to nests
I walked around the house, watered some plants
Looked to Sky for His hand painting exotic lands
Crimson, mauve, magenta, or simply lofty clouds
Lord, you paint at dawn & dusk! I miss much with my plans
Note: in progress. I must save every few lines, or risk
kosing my work yet again. Daily I lose comments
Or poems on thus site or because of my cellphone
Note 2, 23 March: I edited down toniambic pentameter.
Update messed up. Message to me: "resubmission form"
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