Coffee clutching with Emerson

The intimate God speaks to me
that i may hear.

A watercolor of a terrific storm.
i'm a dot in the ocean.
Smaller than a cell, a simple element,

a nothing to the grand drama of senses,
the swallowing waters,
the disappearing earth,
the sky of fire.

i'm a dot in the ocean.
Insignificant, smaller than a cell, a simple element,
there with the others drowning.

Above, beyond, outside the picture--
the Painting.

"Peace."

The intimate God speaks to me
that i may hear.

He hands me a brush.

and I begin
to add to the whole, drawing tiny lifeboats
drawing towards the gist--

who am i to my God?

An element...though elemental?

Every artist knows
the devil's in the details.

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