You, loving intelligent energy
all, who breathes our air of inspiration,
grant her your endless divine synergy
weaving life and art. Civilization
grows from every artist’s brief stroke of love.
Let her rise within this, her graceful strong
hands caress your soul. Let her fly above
as Gabriel flew through that brightest long
night, carrying your message. Let her know
what ancient weavers know, grasp pure colors
as Leonardo, Michelangelo’s
depth and Cassatt’s tone. Like all those lovers,
let her heal our senses, link psyche’s stage
of faith and action, fabric of each age.
Roger Armbrust
December 20,
2012
