The prayers flowed through the hands
Coursing through veins
Pulsing through arteries
Alive
Splayed across keys caressed
And stressed in time
In rhythm
Manifesting sans un mot
Every brush stroke flowing across pliant canvas
Stretched in submission
Preparation, anticipation of the manifestation of the will
Of the supplicant
A doorway to the space of creation
The realm of the master
The path of the apprentice
Behold the colours
The prayers flowed from the hearts of the fallen
The souls of the dying
Each prayer a raindrop
The world is flooded
And the cries of the forsaken
Grasp desperately at the wings of angels
Glory denied
Prayers flowed as two became one
Spirit became flesh and blood and bone
And cries of joy, ecstasy manifested
Behold the will of the creator
Word made flesh
The coming of a mind like a sun
With the hunger of flames
Give no name
Binding was not meant for this one
All the colours of the world and beyond
Dominion was given
Rightfully claimed
Through whose hands flowed prayers
Given life through sight and sound
From deep within the space of the master
These prayers collected
To the heavens exalted
Immortally represented
The artist’s works of art
Glen Toussaint 2014©
