Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Rembrandt


Above man made steeples
Spires of corporate worship
And air-conditioned chicken coops
Of commercial worry
Rembrandt grown tired of heaven’s gold
Came to paint the clouds

On canvas of blue grey
He began with blush of ruby rose
Then painted hue of merlot’s red
And added antique gold
Sunlight not to be outdone
Cast shade of daffodil yellow

For an eternal second
Sky canvas in brilliance hung
In all it’s wasteful grandeur
While corporate roosters scurried
Scratching their way to daily feeding troughs
Yet the universe was not done

Saddened that men were so oblivious
To beauty so voluptuous
Diaphanous tears it shed
And light sharing in the grief
Transfigured tears to rainbow hues

Between blue-grey clouds of ruby rose

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