The Power Of The Paintbrush.

Painting silhouettes, of those who dance around you
Colors fading in and out, the light of day surrounds you
Feel the magic inside yourself, and through the city’s life
God’s fingerprints across the clouds, and his soul inside your eyes

He handed you the paintbrush, the day the earth grew colder
The colors seem to fade, each year that you grow older
Longing for the power, to cherish the world that your God created
But pain and despair haunt your rain clouds, and blood drips from your skies

You lost your paint can amongst the crowd that God has placed among you
God fought the devil, still fights for this world, and faced the demons behind you
Darkness will cower in the face of the light
But who will restore, the colors of life?

One day a young girl, starts to travel through the crowd
Searching for the answer, to every prayer she’s made
She falls flat on her pretty face, and lands straight on the ground
Sees a paint can beneath their feet, and reaches for her brush…

Painting silhouettes, of those who dance around her
Colors fading in and out, the light of day surrounds her
They feel the magic inside themselves, and through the city’s life
God’s fingertips have touched their souls, and brought light to their eyes

Author's Note

I chose religious as this poems genre, but it is not only religious. However, what you feel the meaning behind this poem is, is solely your decision.

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Beautifully Written.

[Coyote Poetry]

A bit of religion and a lot of hope in your words. Poem is very good. I like it all. Ending was outstanding. A excellent poem.
Coyote