creativity is not efficient; it frustrates the perfectionist.
but it shimmers and shines with the radiance of the intangible.
it beckons in aches and urges,
haunts in inspiration and compulsion
to make something
it awakens our senses to a world unseen
but more real than we can even understand, as we are, wrapped in flesh.
an ear pressed hard against it can make out the sound of eternity,
and a beating heart aligns, if only momentarily, to the cadence of the universe pulsing.
its value can't be measured in cents and minutes,
nor in messes made or moments lost.
there is more to the art, more to the artist,
than the canvas on which he creates.
his work emanates with the brilliance of a creator God
all wrapped in light and fire and unapproachable brilliance.
your art, simple and imperfect as it is,
joins all created world,
to display the glory of a God unimaginable.
we are his handiwork, and we are made in his own image.
created to relate, created to create.
so whatever it is you do
write, paint, bake, play, decorate, sing, sew, carve, imagine, sculpt, garden
embrace the interruption, the inefficiency of art
and tell His story.
its written in the stars and carved on your heart.
you are evidence
of the divine.