Seeing True

When I got up in the night,

I saw my own painting

in low and diffused light.

It appeared different

from my creation

as if in a dream

or some dark spell,

a distorted reality,

rendering it all

in shades of grey,

degrees of black

and dulled down white

just as some see Life.

I smiled and broke that spell,

remembering quite well

this painting in actuality

was before and still is

in hues of blues and purples,

metallic gold and bright white.

I knew my own creation

more delightful in true light

just as in my sight

is God’s Creation, Life.

March 3, 2022

Shelley Wilson