The Artist

I must tell you my deepest secret,

I am an artist who likes to paint;

Using love as my brush,

What you call life as my canvas.

What colors I mix? It does not matter,

As long as it have a good texture;

To add some to it a good character.

I create something that is in my heart,

Making it warm and somewhat bright;

Sometimes I like some shading,

Other times I add some lighting;

Stroking love erasing pain,

Using colors like happiness,

Avoiding hatred and selfishness.

Where ever my mind goes, my hand follows,

My heart is in charge it knows.

I touch, I feel, and I smell the paint,

Using my senses to create;

Getting lost at the moment,

Not knowing what will happen next.

Color theory? Sometimes I use,

But other times I skip all the rules.

So go ahead and give me the empty canvas,

That will take my talent Just the way I am.

I am a great artist, but I am not perfect,

I am creative and  very passionate;

I am not common, I am different.

Don’t try to change the way I paint,

Just accept and take me with all my talent.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge  and if I have faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I am nothing. 1 Corinthians 13: 1-3

 Paintings by : Angelina Cordinez, Megan Duncanson, Elizbeth Weber, Billie Colson