Dear Muse.

The gallery is the place of anticipation, 

where faith is tested but not abandoned.  

A Wait At the Gallery, the second part, 

Where The Artist sends his response

Dear Muse,  

Before you thought of a brush, I had the colours.  

You chose blue, I used the brighter version of it.  

Silhouette or not,  

I have your image figured out in mind.  

I did not use a brush as you did—  

I painted with my bare hands.  

Have you thought about it?  

Brushes were made by man,  

my hands created the man.  

Drawing on a canvas is unseen,  

only hung on gallery walls.  

The image I have of you  

is bigger than a portrait,  

larger than a landscape.  

If you ask me what did I draw,  

I can tell you nothing.  

Drawings are works of art on canvas,  

not in real life.  

I did not draw—  

I made to life what my thoughts are for you,  

bigger than the gallery you await.  

You know I draw,  

and as you said, I draw better.  

But I do not draw as you think I draw—  

I created, made is me.  

I am the I AM that I AM.  

I did not draw into existence,  

I spoke and it happened.  

It was I who parted the Red Sea.  

Have you thought about it?  

It is I who sees what you do not see.  

Have you considered how an artist  

will draw and make mistakes  

before his final work?  

Beloved, I am the final work of you—  

with no mistakes, no failures, no mess

Regardless what I have created for you will be, 

As it ought to be by me. 

Just Me, being God,  

Creator of all things.  

And always remember:  

“Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength.”  

(Isaiah 40:31)  

The sufferings of this present time  

are not worth comparing  

with the glory that will be revealed in you.  

(Romans 8:18). 

Dear Brethren, this is a confirmation, that waiting is not wasted

—it is the gallery where God’s masterpiece is revealed in His time. 

 

The End. Embrace 🥂, Hallelujah Amen!