ode to paintbrush

With a steady motion to the left,

With the fluid curve of the wrist,

With every point and line designed with a purpose

Are you created for much.

In the dark, you bring comfort and release

To those whose burdens are heavy.

When the weight becomes too much

When there is no place,

No time

For words.

No place,

No time

For thought.

You have no demands,

No expectations.

All you do is wait:

Wait patiently for the need,

An inescapable need.

A need that is to bleed your heart out on the page

As though you knelt gently at the feet of the Savior.

His hand and yours all the same, beckoning your love.

Beckoning your name to

Come

Crawling

Closer.

Oh, an everlasting partner does your loyalty bring,

Oh, how lovely and so pure.

Something designed just for you;

To accept nothing but

You.