One Masterpiece

I painted a picture,
Just yesterday.
With the run of the plains,
Where the green bush lay.

And then with a flourish,
The mountains, the sky.
The wind of the river,
And a city close by.

I fleeced in the clouds,
Like God had done.
And the whole of my effect,
Was amusing and fun.

T'was only a touch,
Of the worlds bright lush.
That I had copied,
With the tip of the brush.

I squinted my eye,
At a blotch, and a smudge.
As I stepped to the light,
My canvas to judge.

My lips were parted,
In a prayer of release.
Dear God...only thy world,
Is a masterpiece.


E.P. 1908 - 1989