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
Flowerpoet 