The Master

I saw a landscape painted of a glorious ocean view
Sunshine over crystal waters, bright on morning dew
The artist for years had labored to create for me this hour
But I have seen the master as he tenderly paints the flower
Penciling snowflakes in season
Chalking the dawn's pastel
Yes, I have seen the master, hands outstretched to man
Crying over his children, weeping over lands

Marti Nelson
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