you can find her kneeling on the floor
apron smeared with past inspirations
she waits in silence as he comes
whispering in her ear, painting on her heart
she stands, picks up her sword
tearing down strongholds with decisive strokes
a cry has gone out to the artists
you are released!
intercession - imagination - revelation
she was created for this
pouring herself out onto the canvas
passion - intimacy - purity
the colors tell the story of her heart
so brilliant inside, they only imitate
a vision has been imparted
entrusted to her awakened spirit
she will not rest until the world has seen it