If our life is one large canvas and the finished work will be the sum-total of our good and bad wouldn’t we all wonder what the finished masterpiece would look like? I am sure it would begin carefully and straight forward until over time it advances into cubism, impressionism or the abstract We will look at our work and dap our souls into the oil and cover-up some blotch or errors that our deliberate-hand made on the first attempt We look and find areas for improvement and again do not hesitate to correct or improve By this time our soul is multicolored and we are rolling in murk and laying down anything and everything on the canvas We cannot step back every minute and observe but go through periods of time when our emotions, setbacks, and victories establish or influence our confidence on this beautiful canvas of our life. Our excuses are easily covered Just dab a little color Twist the soul Squeeze it Try to make it conform to our desired outcome if we even know what that is We may prance about not knowing what we are doing but expecting some lavish outcome that impresses This would be too bad There will be no second chances When the bell tolls You turn in your work It will be separated by the judges Some will be hung on the wall next to Van Gogh’s or some other favorite artist Others will be burnt with the chaff viewed as comparatively worthless I will wait to hear the words: “Then sings my soul, my savior God to Thee” And then observe the beckoning: “Come, sit by Me” I will rejoice and remember words I heard long ago “Unto thine own self be true” Stanski March 6, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 