Acrylic on stretched canvas, ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
SLOW RAIN
In the twilight of the fading sun
Seated upon a public park bench
Draped by slow rain
Caressed by ringing cicadas
Drinking red wine
The redolent blood of Christ
I ponder upon the shadows of lonesome trees
There Slender branches quiver in the nights breeze
A Holy emptiness is found within their stillness
Kind is there presence
My inner ambience becomes quiet
I no longer see the world I preconceived
Vision pure
Letting go
As the shores rise towards the waking dawn
As the prison bars within are removed
A new light is found
Surrendering to the eternal
Life felt in every breath