I raged against God in the darkness, “Where is the Light?”
His answer was in the form of a paintbrush. “Go fill the darkness with the colours I provide you.”
I looked down at my artist’s palette, the colours improvised for myself were dark and clouded, murky and muddy.
I raised my palette to the heavens, and a heavy dew fell upon it. The colours ran down my fingers, my bare arm, shedding off my shoulder onto the ground.
My heart grieved, I was filthy, how was I fit to carry His presence?
My tears mingled with His dew but I had no other recourse but to raise my palette to the heavens
Dew became mist, mist became gentle rain, gentle rain became a deluge.
His loving kindness overwhelmed my dismay. His cleansing waters invaded my impenetrable doubt.
I took His brush in my hand. I dipped its bristles in His palette, His firmament.
With a deliberate, audacious stroke of His brush, I slashed His righteousness against the darkness,
The light glistened through the tear.
Copyright ©2017 Katherine Walden
An artist created the following paintings to correspond to the poem. Please do not alter them in any way.
