The Canvas

I want the new canvas of the day to look good and thus I start with a loving, grateful mood: with strokes of colour, soft and sweet pastel I long to make a superb and pleasing aquarelle. The heart, a good intention, adds a few red flowers But oh what happens after only two or three hours? The greed of my ego causing here and there some torment Splashing on the painting hideous grey color of cement I hope and pray that when I look tonight I ‘ll have made the artwork look perfectly right Perhaps looking like the most amazing flowery forest Filled with acts of kindness, love and zest Oh my Creator, full of grace, to you I pray Guide me to make a masterpiece on the canvas of today. Free of all harshness and splashes of hard concrete Just pleasure, beauty, harmony, for the eye to meet.