Infant Artistry

[crossnote]

Bach, pausing on his clavichord, listened in awe.
Caravaggio, through tearful eye, layed down his pallete.
Michelangelo, with shaking hands, could barely follow the curvatures;
As they beheld their Incarnated Creator/Saviour,
Crying in an ox trough,
Clothed in human rags,
Shaping sounds, sights,and form-
Infinitely beyond their created /creative imaginations
...and ours.

 

[Radrook]

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

 

[crossnote]

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you, it was a little early for Christmas, but oh well.