painting verse

Now I take the brush so gently

In my hand with loving care

Watch the color flow so softly

On the paper clean and clear.

With my brush I stand

With my paint I can see the sand

With my heart I can feel the land

With my eyes the picture transforms

and guides me into shape and form.

I stand ready, I stand straight

ready to take a journey into water and paint.

All the colors of the world

Are gifts of love to me,

With skill and trust

I take my brush

And place it carefully

So that my work a gift will be