Well Done Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

Beauty is a job well done
Art is being trapped by eternal Love

No one to answer to but ourselves
Listen to your breath
Who will be the first one to breathe
The truth
The dust which we will be
The dust which we were
The dust which we are
The breath of life
Who breathes
The breath
Breathed
The Breath
The One breath

The river of life
Ebbs and flows
Floods the banks
And drys the souls
Worlds of knowledge
Who can hold
Once a drop of rain
Now the ocean I behold

I am looking for who I am going to be
But I can't find me where I am suppose to be
I wonder who else is looking with me
Is it an endless search where
Our remains end up temporarily in the dirt
Waiting for another chance
I have bit off more than i can chew
I have I inherited a long list of things to undo
Or does forgiveness give me an eternal resting place
Please a full helping of His grace
On the chance that is the case