Joseph Rotonda

I LIVE ONLY TO PAINT

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I live only to paint.
I am your faithful and loyal servant
whose dreams wash onto my canvas.        
She wakes me each morning
with colors floating inside my head,
dancing with dreams of texture.
I open myself to her,
never knowing where she is taking me.
She pulls me with her magical wand.
While wanting her nakedness exposed,
she kisses my thoughts with ecstasy.

She plays with my heart,
touching my palette with gold and silver,

gifts for a king.
She is my source of everlasting Light
that showers me with images from above.
I take pictures of her in my head
and develop them using my hands.
I work ferociously

to get what I see onto the canvas,
putting all the colors in their proper place.
The painting comes alive.
As this new creation develops,
a meticulous movement of my mind
marches to a melodic symphony

that touches Spirit,

that touches life,

 

that touches love.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From my book For Vincent and Theo.

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Psalm 63:4

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PSALM  63:4*

 

     To praise You as long as I live

     is my unfolding path of eternal love.

     To do something forever

     shows loyalty, faithfulness, character,

     patience, endurance, respect, truth,

     and todah**—the lifting of hands—

     gives praise and worship to Jesus.

     He is worthy.

     Everything I offer Him

     is nothing in comparison

     to what He does for me.

     He hears if I praise Him.

     He sees if I worship Him.

     Praying and worshipping are my true gifts to Him.

     Do I bring Him into my life?

Will I pass His test?

Will I sanctify Him forever?

Will I be at His side?

Will I pray?
Will todah be part of my life?

     There are Divine gifts,

     rewards, and miracles

     that only God can give.

     Do I notice these gifts when they occur,

     or is it my doings that make them happen?

     Is God’s existence self-begot or not?

     Is death ending or not?

     Jesus is here for many reasons.

     How do I honor Him?

 

       *I will praise You as long as I live
       and in Your name I will lift up my hands.

 

       **Hebrew for an extension of the hand.

       A choir of worshippers.

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From my book of poetry, entering the Holy Spirit.

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