He stands on the brink of eternity
Another long night passing
Intellect swirled about and only brought fatigue,
Older and still alone, numbness of will a veil;
Truly untouched by life
Artistry often flared with a strength
Creative energy bursts loosened the grip at times,
But then faded.
Now, one last time in the stretch of a dark night sky
The stars draw him again
Such depth in distance
Breadth of imagination in awe
The mysterious wonder of their presence
Simply beyond all human understanding,
Science but a feeble shroud of pride.
For a moment the heart quietly yearns
Longing to know wraps about
Even words as a whisper from within come from the mouth-
"Lord of Creation, reveal yourself to me!"
All is still
And then powerful new morning light begins to surge
Creative beauty begins to color the distant horizon
A new day is dawning
And hope is grasped for
With an artist on his knees;
He reaches out for a heavenly touch one last time
And is drawn to believe,
Almost as a small child once more,
He is drawn to believe.
"No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him."
Peace, Gary Bertnick