I imagine that light
was the first painter of the universe.
Intense light makes
every thing most beautiful.
Even the most frail things shine so beautiful
when light spreads its wings on them.
The dark and the dingy corners of life
brightens up in heavenly shine.
Deep down in our own self
we are in search of wholeness.
The blackness will stir
and eventually go away.
God will remain in us
as a shining point of light.
Light is the first painter of the universe.
Amazing poem.....Yet another poignant one from your pen.10+++ Deep down in our own self we are in search of wholeness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May God's light continue to shine on you and your poetry, Tony! A most beautiful write! It shed some light on my day today!