Viewing from the Middle
Really Old things make me stop in my tracks.
It’s a precious sight
To see something that has lasted centuries,
All of its trials worn like a dusty cloak.
It’s as if they look back at me
From Eternity.
The cross, for me, is a meeting place.
The shape of Opennesss, arms outstretched.
What has this Old Thing seen,
What would it say, about Eternity?
Oil and cold wax on paper, unframed.
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It’s a precious sight
To see something that has lasted centuries,
All of its trials worn like a dusty cloak.
It’s as if they look back at me
From Eternity.
The cross, for me, is a meeting place.
The shape of Opennesss, arms outstretched.
What has this Old Thing seen,
What would it say, about Eternity?
Oil and cold wax on paper, unframed.
Available as an original work or print
(Payment Plan Available, here)