GOD’S PAINTBRUSH
Candice James
Copyright 2010
The newly recruited soldier trees line up,
Ablaze with sunshine sheeted icicles from the
Far side of an undiscovered dimension.
I stare quite amazed at this amazing
Unsullied artwork randomly dropped
From the edge of God’s paintbrush.
There is a remnant of something so familiar
It calls in a voice I almost remember.
Somewhere unseen, in the realm of heaven
The music and the angels have switched identities
To feel what it would be like to be something else
Other than what they’ve always been.
Here in the visible realm
I long to switch identities with you
To feel what it’s like to be you,
But given the chance I’d decline it
Because I don’t want you to know
What it’s like to be me.
I don’t want you to understand me
Because I don’t understand myself.
I can’t allow anyone to get that close.
That would make me too vulnerable.
I prefer to hide safely amid these soldier trees
Protected from the relentless x-ray eyes
That could and would lay my being bare
And leave it to the mercy of the elements
For the seagulls and crows to feed on.
I prefer to be part of this unsullied artwork
Randomly dropped from God’s paintbrush,
Listening for that voice I almost remember,
Searching for the Artist that drew me.