The Hand That Holds the Brush is God Holding God

The Hand that Holds the Brush, is God Holding God. 

I've spent many sleepless nights

in front of my easel

back wretched,

body screaming,

vision blurred,

and lines wobbly.

I savor those precious moments.


Is not the brush that strikes canvas

the hand of God that strikes

Her own woven face?

Each dab of paint,

a drop from the eyes of the Infinite?


As each color is laid to substrate,

the Universe celebrates this small act of Unity.

The hand that holds the brush,

is God holding God.