Radiance 
 


He stares at the canvas

With a picture in his mind

He looks at his paints

Radiance of different kinds



He chooses his favorite color

He gives his brush a dip

He slowly closes his eyes

And thoughtfully bites his lip



He sees the view so clearly

Almost alive in his head

He gives the canvas a stroke

First with blue, then red



Slowly his strokes show form

A large mountain takes shape

He uses his secret tools

First spackle, then tape



Rocks and ledges are added

Perhaps a tree or two

Maybe a deer that ran

Or maybe a bird that flew



He finally sits back

And surveys the piece

He decides it would be a gift

Perhaps for his beloved niece



He stares at the canvas

Now the picture in his mind

Has actually become real

With radiance of different kinds



Written by Joanna Medders

Copyright 2003