Then Came Morning Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There is a canvas white and clean

That stares you in the face

I cannot is your foremost thought

Its' not the time or place



What can I say or represent

That others have not done

Much better surely, heaven sent

Rapt audiences stunned



The day wore on with shadows cast

The inspiration faint

With shaky hand I tried at last

And filled the void with paint



When morning came and I arose

It looked me in the face

A thing of beauty, like a rose

My thought had found its place



So painter, do not hesitate

To free that fragile thought

Life's way too short to contemplate

What's hidden is for nought



Have faith, my friend, let talent soar

In strokes quite bold and free

Forget the failures from before

Believe, and you will see.