If I could paint only one more picture,
I would cover a canvas with red, yellow and orange.
Colours of the flames burning in the heart.
Then, with a wide brush,
I would cover those tongues with grey and black.
Feeling shrouded from you,
I would cry out.
Until one day, you whisper the secret in my ear:
"I AM the soot, and the smoke,
And the dark places too.
Don't be fooled by what you think you see.
And by what you think you don't see.
There is always only the One."
I would sit again by my canvas,
And paint daisies at night,
Or the moon in shadow,
And take great delight in my masterpiece,
"Look, is there anywhere that He cannot be seen?"