ART-A PALE REFLECTION OF HEAVEN

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JOURNAL # 41

art is a pale reflection
of heaven
a distant glimmer
one might even admit
of what the soul in piece parts
remembers
art is an echo running around
with no apparent end
through the jungles of unjaded joy
a menagerie of varying glimpses
placed in a stranglehold by
mental snapshots
pertaining to one's most personal history
art is the release of one's creativity
unleashed in whatever fashion upon the world
art is a breathless wonder to the enchanted eye
whether it belongs to the young, old, immature or wise
art is neutral yet ethereal, timeless and passionate
art speaks many times to the better angels in man
art is a beautifier of life
and a coloring tool donated to the world
art has many fathers
Van Gogh , Renoir, Guagin, Matiste and Cassatte
and stepchildren in sculpture as well
such as Rodin and Michael Angelo
without art the world would be sadder and uglier
looking worse than Germany right at the end of the
second world war
the beauty of gardens and everyday life
would be assumed by a few
and seen first hand by even less
there would be no glimpses of heaven without
the majesty of art
no halos or harps would ever in the mind
seem the same
a beautiful meadow at sunset would never
be immortalized without the creativity and generosity
of art's gentle purity
shadows would not be the same
and the world would be a darker, colder
less exciting lovely place
without the sweet manifestations of beauty
expressed via each individual's perspective of art.................
(Aug. 29, 2013 327am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was pondering what the world have been like without the beauty and benefit of art.

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