Sacred Art Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Ambrosia, Baudelaire in the ground
Words like trees begging for rain
Autumn winds blow cold on me
Color with pain
Direction without emotion
Righteousness needs a heart
My desire is ripe with deep spring

You are no illusion
You wait with passion underground
Poise of Segovia
Dali at the funeral of time
Control on a Dionysian island
Ideals embodied in a garden
I feel the taste of ripe grapes

Composition like hills flowing
Lofty stars with heaven in your heart
Chapel of daffodils
Julian Bream and Bach
Rodin in the arms of Camille Claudel
Gothic Angels, knights in saintly armor
Victor Hugo like a ghost of Notre Dam

All love - is sacred art!