night was calling
still day held on
looking high above me
I saw the sky full as in an old English painting
the clouds
cumulous
like heavy white cotton balls
were held motionless
in the forever blue
of the twilight hour
after all the winds of the day
blowing me this way and that
in this calm I now felt part
of this landscape
masterpiece
the tall evergreens stood black
against this voluminous sky
like the darkened paint
of the old masters
the colours once alive and vibrant
now lost to night's touch
and somehow redeemed
in the soft hazy glow of a simple barn light
this magic setting the goats' feet
to dancing
this old painting
was alive
and I was captured
in this moment in history
when time has no place
but always is
I was
captured in a
Masterpiece
of the Maker's doing
it will be hung on heaven's walls
and signed by the King of kings
and there... where one sees the goats leaping
there ... is an old goat lady
clasping her hands
and dancing along
the soft haze of a barn light
glowing warm across her face
her smile big
her heart
calm
on the swing
in the loft
looking down
in joy
is the
Master
Himself
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in Heaven's gallery
we will find
we were never alone
His Masterpieces
will astound us
for He said
He would never leave us
nor forsake us
He is in each painting
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an old English painting
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