Art in God

Returning again, to the place I call home,

Distracted and taken in by the mundane.

How long have I been lost?

I need more than what is right before me,

More of the glory, that rushes through my vein,

Intoxicating all thoughts enclosed in my brain.

Trading in brick for steel, begging for more to tangibly feel,

The imaginative, creative electricity I get with each brush stroke,

Each low sweeping note,

To belong in my story, to know I am whole,

In the canvases I call home.