It’s time to make the time for art again,
To see the sacrifice as offering.
Adorn the worlds without and worlds within.
Retrace the shapes of joy and suffering
And show them mingled, mangled, and made new
As only your soul can, and it will be
A blessing to yourself and others too,
A testament that truth still sets us free.
You feel your work is meager. It is so.
There are far finer pens and fairer lines.
But e’en the best are flawed, and still they show
The glory of the Lord. They still are signs
Reminding downcast eyes to look ahead
And giving hungry bellies fresh-baked bread.

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This is the first of 30 poems written this past November in response to prompts. In most cases, my poems were untitled, so I just used the prompt as the title.