Thomas Kinkade - Poem by Denis Martindale
Amid the realm of painters known,
God granted him his fame,
In many aspects quite alone,
That's why I know his name...
And with that name come memories
Of paintings that I've seen,
Of masterpieces meant to please,
Of scenaries serene...
With golden sunbeams glowing bright
To lighten hearts each day,
With oldtime lamps in homes at night
And paths that lead the way...
And trees and flowers here and there,
Perhaps beside a stream,
Contentment masking every care,
A dream within a dream...
Or skies that stretch from west to east,
With clouds that coast along,
As if God's wonders never ceased
And beauty made us strong...
As if God still believed in us
And tender mercies gave,
Regardless of the way we fuss,
The times we misbehave...
The sun still shines on mortals here,
The moon still shines as well,
The stars still shine so crystal clear,
In numbers none can tell...
The Universe still stretches out
Its glories to unfold,
As if dispelling all Man's doubt,
If patient to behold...
That's why the painting skills were used,
Reminding us to smile,
Not just in what each heart enthused
At viewing charm and style...
But hope resounding from each frame,
To fill each owner's home,
Reflecting on this painter's fame
Wherever we may roam...
Perhaps in other homes to see
Another Kinkade, too,
As if such sharing's meant to be,
God's blessings old and new...
Rejoice in rainbows up above,
Rejoice in streams below...
For God has filled this world with love
More than we'll ever know...
Denis Martindale, copyright October 2015.
My favourite Thomas Kinkade painting is called 'The Cross'...
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