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I Didn't See The Artist
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Spiritual
I didn't see the artist.
He painted while I slept.
But I awoke in time to view
His masterpiece in depth.
The pink and yellow ochre,
The crimson splash of sky,
The world on fire before me,
In awe I breathed a sigh.
I didn't see the artist,
Although someday I will.
I know. I met Him years ago
At a place called Calvary's Hill.
Twenty-four years! Twenty four years wasted and thrown away! My marriage was over and I was a miserable mess. Depression was a living breathing monster that stalked me day and night. I had stayed with my husband because of my religious beliefs despite the fact that he was a raving alcoholic. Then HE left me. My heart was broken and I had no where to turn. Late one night I lay in bed with the thought of another depressing day in front of me and I prayed a simple prayer. "God, please, please, just let me wake up ONE MORNING without the pain and depression assaulting me as soon as I open my eyes." I finally fell into a deep sleep. Crying will do that to a person. When I opened my eyes it was daylight but something eerie was going on outside. The whole room was a deep rose color that frightened me. "Fire!" I thought. I raced to the window and looked out. The sky was brilliant with color. I ran to get my camera and flew through the wet grass on bare feet to snap a picture which I later painted. Then I wrote this poem. God is so good. All day I felt loved and cherished, and I knew that God wanted me to have peace. The picture here is not the one I painted, but it shows the same kind of sky. I learned something that morning. Even when you feel forsaken, God understands and he is there. Have a Blessed Day.~~Jessica
To view some of my paintings, click on the paint pallette. 
