Of all the Arts


Coming from deep within,

A calling to create;

A longing, searching, finding, love,

Attempting to relate.


A canvas, paper, clay or story,

A poem, song, or dance;

Artists expressing beauty,

Making meaning from chaos and chance.


All life’s a stage, and we’re actors enacting.

Our bio is the plot;

The theme is whatever we choose make it,

Mixed with destiny’s fateful lot.


Of all the arts that create beauty,

The highest is the art of the parents.

For their canvas is our flesh and spirit,

Their art is the beauty we inherit.