We Are a Work of Art
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From the time of our first breath…from the moment our life starts
we begin creating, until we die, an unfinished work of art.
Some days we are an artist…we wake up and set our sights
on painting with broad brush strokes in colors bold and bright…
Some days we are a sculptor… hoping at the end of that day
after chiseling, carving and smoothing…we are happy with our clay.
Some days we are a composer…searching for the notes that will add harmony
to the notes already written in our life-long symphony.
Sometimes we are a a writer…seeking the right words…perhaps an allegory
that when mixed with previous words add beauty to our story….
Sometimes we control the brush, the clay the pen…other times we’re waiting
for friends and family to add their colors…to the artwork we’re creating.
And when we stop to look…when each day comes to an end
we notice subtle differences as all our different styles blend.
I wonder sometimes if that’s not why we sleep…if that isn’t the reason why?
so at the end or every day whatever medium we were workin in
has the night in which to dry.
So when we wake up the next morning…no matter where or when
we are refreshed…and we are ready…to begin creating again
Ready to add paints or clay or words or notes…looking for emotion, soul…and heart
to an ever-changing…never-ending…unfinished work of art…
And if we’re blessed the final result each day…has captured our hopes our joy our fears
as slowly, imperceptibly we become more beautiful each year.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2020
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