I scream
My insides turn as I view the painting of horror
Over and over
A flashback
Big incident

Red
Splattered over the canvas
Different painters
Weapons as paint brushes
Same story
One mindset
Rage

Black
The hearts of the wicked
I look back at Asaph
Psalm 73
I understand what he means

Senseless
Stupid
Idiotic
War
What is it good for?

I see dark clouds in the midst of sunset
No light to be found
Is it because there was a Son set?
Barren ground
The hearts of the people
No good fruit-bearing
Cut off from the True Vine

I look into the eyes of people
The victims
I feel fear
I feel hate
I feel pain
Rivers of joy have dried up
Once a beautiful garden
Now the epitome of nothing

I wonder
Where is He?
What have we done with Him?
“We have extradited God out of this country”
In my heart I say
Away with this painting
Call the man
The Master Painter

God is the Master Painter
Competent to paint something awesome
For He is awesome
Competent to paint something beautiful
He is beautiful
Look at His works

He is ready
He is willing
To paint again
In you
In me
His canvases
The outcome will be beautiful
The colours of His love will come out
This portrait
His portrait
Only if we let Him
Only Him
Just let Him do His job
He’s qualified!

^{Photo by Anna Might (IG:@annamighttakepics)}