There I walk
through silent halls
and other dimly lit spaces,
that capture ancient, dust-covered times
and minds so great as winds.
and bow to Human Creation
– to Expression Pure in holiest forms
made by hand, by kin of mine.
The exhibits gently
gather the spirits
of humans so long lost
in time and space and eagerness
but remembered forever
in their expressive force
that stirs me now
and you thereafter
and pioneers for them forever.
Truly, here I find my meeting place
with those who’ve come before
– who’ve touched and moved and scarred and dared
to leave their mark behind.
So, briefly now, I find my peace
in this expansive place
that holds, cradles, and gently
caresses universality of mind and individuality of kind.
I’ll come again
one day so soon
and we’ll meet again once more.
give me courage and strength
to express in colors, strokes, and moves
the innermost holiest that’s divined,