For My Brother, on This Day:
Mountain made thee, art of my heart.
Dug the grave with paintbrush and palette, pine boughs and perseverance.
Sure and smooth as the riverstones that lined their way.
Paint a kingdom of towering fir and spruce, of lofty angels, circling.
Of waterfalls and rivers of truth. Of caverns and caves of faith and miracles.
Layer upon layer of magnificence, in measured medium, viewed from above the dome of not half, but full in its glory. For the artist is therefore, perfect indeed, as creation is infinite.
—Loretta Boyer McClellan—
Photo by CNaene of Freedigitalphotos.net; used with permission.
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