Spiritus Sancti

The divinity of art

hiding in the folds

Draping o’er the multitudes

placing time on hold   

 

Its pristine encumbrance

so gently it calls

Speaking to our purity

transcending the small

 

The divinity of art  

in all of its forms

Its music seeks to woo us

its canvas adorns

 

And once it gains entry

our emptiness hides

Eternity surrenders  

—and Heaven presides

 

(The New Room: May, 2023)

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