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