Sunday, January 29, 2006

The Artist

One bright, sunny day, two pieces of paper were sunbathing in the midday warmth. One piece of paper was called Snow-White. She was pure white, and very proud of her pristine purity. Her companion was called Pure-as-the-Dawn. In the distance, a figure appeared upon the horizon. He caught their attention. He came closer and closer, until he was only a few yards away from the two paper-friends. In his arms, he carried a palette and paintbrushes. In his eyes, there was a curious, dream-like light. A love-light, but gentle. And in his heart he carried a dream. What do you think he wants? Snow-White asked Pure-as-the-Dawn. You don’t think he is going to paint on us, do you? Pure-as-the-Dawn flinched, as the words sank in. I think that is exactly what he wants to do. There’s no way that I will allow him to paint on me, railed Snow-White. No painter is going to spoil my purity. But what if he is a master-painter. Pure-as-the Dawn reflected. He might create a masterpiece on our pure white emptiness. He might make us into masterpieces. But then again, said Snow-White, he might make a complete mess of us. No, I’m not going to take any risks like that. I’m going to stay pure until the day I die. And so the artist approached both pieces of paper and asked permission to paint his dream upon their pure whiteness. Snow-White said, no way! And she remained pure and empty, until the day the wind and the weather finally turned her back into pulp. Pure-as-the-Dawn said, "Do as you will with me. I will trust you. I will entrust my life into your hands." And the artist turned her into a masterpiece-a unique and beautiful representation that he was carrying in his heart, so that in all the years to come, many people would look at the artist’s picture, and in its depths and beauty, they would discover their own lost dreams.

Lord, I pray for my Sonshine Friends that we humbly open hearts to Your will so that You can paint your dreams upon our hearts and bring peace and joy into our lives. My photo reminds me of a painting from Monet. It is the sand and rock craved out at the end of a glacier in Palmer, Alaska. Enjoy bending the bamboo in your life back in place.