This Poem is about letting go of yourself and giving over to the creator, allowing God to control every aspect of your life including your body and mind. This poem exposes how it can be so easy to give your life to God. It’s like falling asleep and letting God break you and make you into what He has purposed you to be. It’s so amazing and beautiful to give into God’s embrace but it may come with the pain of breaking chains.
Why a Picasso Painting?
This came as a message from God on how, as humans, we really are a mess: crazy, different and complicated, but a form of art in His hand. This actually resembles a Picasso painting. It takes a special eye to see its beauty and above all, pay for it, as it is very precious and expensive. This is what Christ did for us on the cross. He paid a high price for our imperfect mess of a life.
Good Morning my Picasso
My canvas is a tsunami of colors.
I often mistake the torn edge of it for a wound
I helplessly allow his hands to splash and scratch effortlessly
I am his and surprisingly He long declared that.
The brash brings thoughts into art, art that needs
Patience, time and a special eye to notice this catastrophe
The rainbow stands no chance against my multicolored canvas
If something, His hands invented the rainbow.
A promise never to be broken.
I know this because his touch and whispers have proven to be Loyal.
I selflessly allow him to take over my canvas
Do to it what you only can do to it
The brush soon became harsh upon my skin.
It soon began to feel His emotions get poured on
Out from his very being.
So this is what it means to be given breath.
The sun begins to peek through the curtains
The morning has always loved to gloat about its glory
So was He this very early morning.
A few strokes of color and he shouted It Is Finished
He walked back to take a look at me
The new me that he had envisioned long before
My Invention on earth.
He knew that the earth would call me a Picasso
On this new day, he called me…My Picasso
Ngoni Moeti, Botswana