A prophetic poem for my friend, Amy Craft Given.
Amy Whose Craft Was Given
to bring glorywhose craft was given
and honor to God
She did so and saw
many a guffaw
along with folk's
noggins in nod.
Tickled they were
about her work
But Amy thought
What's all the perk
about my work
I thought it was filled
with many a quirk?
Why are people
going so berserk?
Then God said
some words in red:
"Amy, Amy, whose
craft is given
I'll tell you now just
why you were driven
To do work out of My
Spirit led livin'.
The reason for all the fuss and
why many chose to discuss -
It's me they see,
they'll all agree
Your work has me
as a plus.
It's when you paint
without complaint
I choose to inspire
without restraint.
That's why your work
contains my taint.
You really are
My paintin' saint.
You honor me -
your brush strokes decree
the path to me
to break men free.
Because of that
I AM in GLEE!
—— Tony Mujica © 2011
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