They speak not false when they say that you’re a piece of art.
You’re the art which stains the glass windows of cathedrals.
The art which engraves a skin & soul to remain inside it forever.
The art found in concentric lines of the trees; in spherical raindrops and parabolic rainbows.
You, oh human, are the art painted by the pioneer of all artists.
Then how could you ever doubt the worth of His art?
|| drawing by yours truly ||