Each breath we take is
but another textured tile
added to life’s mosaic.
Ceramic pieces align
in a sequence outlined
by the Artist, developing into
a perfectly-planned pattern.
But we choose which tiles
to hold carefully in place
and which to discard.
Grouted by hands stained
from experience, each piece
is affixed to the canvas.
Crevices are filled with
cemented wisdom as the Artist
wipes clean excess mortar.
And at our last breath,
we evaluate the artwork,
determining it was a masterpiece
created by God’s hands.
In a list
A contest entry
- but... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 18, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yes you have sketched this life truly and wonderfuly as well.. I love it ..well done ...my thanks for entering my contest....
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