Poetry

My spectrum of  self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
My artistic talent are received from One source of  pure light.
Passing through me like  a  glass  prism, expressing them in diversity of colors in my life.
 
Christ is my muse,
But in this life I will reflect His image  like a polished piece of metal.
Not perfectly clear like a glass mirror,
because their are shades of gray in my vinear.
 
My spectrum of  self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
 
One day I will step into the presence of the source of pure light.
His spectrum of  glory will blot out the existence of black and white.
My impurity will be berried in my grave,
I will enter His glory resurrected in the perfect image of Christ. 
 
In that day my spectrum of artistic talent will be perfected through One Source Of light. 
 
I can't wait,
Because My spectrum of  self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
 
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Nov 28,2013