the Artist

I'm a painter of pictures 

with words that tell stories,

drawn out in a multitude of ways.

I shall draw on life,

yes, in ways considered tragic,
and would be, if defined who I am today.

For I've lived on freight trains,

ate out of garbage cans,

and sold my body in three different states.

Now employed, first by God
every morning, my bed sheets crisp, pulled back
neatly folded, hands praying keep me in today.

Soldiering, in the army
of God my wounds become ammo, essential
in radiating back the Love of Gods Grace.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is comforting to read a poem by a writer who has hope, and is filled with redemption...
much of us endure the hardships of life and simply whine in our lines about them..
this is positive...
j.