I sat down by the tree and I dreamt a dream.
I was watching from I don't no where, across a street, looking at the side of blocks long warehouse.
A Master Painter had been commissioned to paint a mural on the side of the building.
It was going to be a lengthy assignment.
The building was blocks long and stories high.
But the Master was well suited to the task and He set upon His work with diligence.
He began at one end of the building, intent to work in one pass to the end.
As He worked, each day, a band of vandals would sneak over to the end of the building, away from where the Master was working.
Daily they vandalized the canvas. They smeared the side of the building with graffiti and vulgar images. They daily rejoiced in marring the surface of the Master's canvas, defacing it with evil images and words unimaginable.
Each day, the Master quietly worked, continuing His appointed task from morning till until dusk.
He was well aware of the work of the vandals, but did not seem alarmed.
The day arrived when he had worked His way down to the area where the building was defaced.
The Master set up His scaffolds, prepared His tools and set to work as usual.
The Master didn't cover over the graffiti.
He masterfully worked the colors. He painted His work around and through the markings left by the vandals.
When He was finished, the marrings were swallowed up by the Masters' creation.
He had skillfully woven all the work of the vandals into His finished piece.
No one could discern where the graffiti had been.
No trace of the vandals work remained, only the glorious beauty of a masterpiece, painted by a Master Painter---unmatched in excellence!
The vandals came out on the final evening and saw what the Master had done.
Their joking and sneering ceased.
They were stunned. They walked away, covered with shame for what they had made light of.
Then I woke up.
I was watching from I don't no where, across a street, looking at the side of blocks long warehouse.
A Master Painter had been commissioned to paint a mural on the side of the building.
It was going to be a lengthy assignment.
The building was blocks long and stories high.
But the Master was well suited to the task and He set upon His work with diligence.
He began at one end of the building, intent to work in one pass to the end.
As He worked, each day, a band of vandals would sneak over to the end of the building, away from where the Master was working.
Daily they vandalized the canvas. They smeared the side of the building with graffiti and vulgar images. They daily rejoiced in marring the surface of the Master's canvas, defacing it with evil images and words unimaginable.
Each day, the Master quietly worked, continuing His appointed task from morning till until dusk.
He was well aware of the work of the vandals, but did not seem alarmed.
The day arrived when he had worked His way down to the area where the building was defaced.
The Master set up His scaffolds, prepared His tools and set to work as usual.
The Master didn't cover over the graffiti.
He masterfully worked the colors. He painted His work around and through the markings left by the vandals.
When He was finished, the marrings were swallowed up by the Masters' creation.
He had skillfully woven all the work of the vandals into His finished piece.
No one could discern where the graffiti had been.
No trace of the vandals work remained, only the glorious beauty of a masterpiece, painted by a Master Painter---unmatched in excellence!
The vandals came out on the final evening and saw what the Master had done.
Their joking and sneering ceased.
They were stunned. They walked away, covered with shame for what they had made light of.
Then I woke up.
lovely story.
