Tapestry
oh Master what masterpieces will You paint using Your brushes which tickle and prick on the strokes You choose what shades of red and brown, purple and black will splay across the golden caramel canvas that lays obediently taught yet slack before You oh Master what shapes will appear, what messages will be relayed, what joys will be displayed, that Your artistry commands from its praise for the masterpiece You craft, shape, and devise to bring pleasure to the mind upon those secret set of eyes _____ Magic exists in the stroke that is also where Heaven is found in the bend of Your wrists, in the twist of the brush And the canvas is Yours to command as You wish, a display of Your power a kind of Love that becomes Bliss