They say artists create
Imitations of life,
Art imitates life,
Or sometimes vice versa,
But I say they are the world’s
Best critics . . .
Think about it
If only more poets
playwrights
painters
sculptors
seers
Would shine some light
On what they see,
Because they don’t see
Like other people do,
And their perspective
Is valuable, poignant
And palpable.
They truly see in every
Way possible and then some,
Because we cannot truly see
Until we see the problem.
Only then can we see
What goodness is
And plant its seeds,
Not just watching them grow,
But nurturing them under the
Sunlight of Knowledge,
Harsh and judging,
Measuring every move of
Every being
By some unknowable standard,
And the Rain of Compassion
That waters with tears,
Cool and cleansing,
Knowing they know nothing
Except what is in the heart.
The truth is known by love.