Saturday, May 11, 2013

Three Wishes


Oh Lord, let me die as an artist.
Let the studio be my last home.
Let the last thing I touch,
Be a pencil or brush.
Let me draw. Let me write my best poem.

Oh Lord, let me see green and purple.
Let the hues of the sky filter through.
When my boys paint a shade,
Let its truth be conveyed.
Let the colors infuse every view.

Oh Lord, let me rest just a little.
Let me find a few hours to reflect.
Yes, I know I will spoil
If I’m not made to toil.
But I treasure the time I have left.

Some days, for myself, I feel sorry.
I complain of the things I have missed.
Then I stop for a while,
To reflect, and I smile.
Cause the sum of my life is a gift.