The Artist

She solemnly sits for the artist,

a bit embarrassed to be the center

of attention as she prefers to remain

silent, in the background.

He paints a picture with his words

weaving and flowing,

but the colors surrounding

his brush with beauty

fail to capture the essence

of the one who held The Word.

Yet he knows that for

generations to come

the woman will be honored

regardless of his talent or skill;

for her greatness cannot be contained

in the written word or in the work of art.

She will transcend all that man

can do to describe her,

for she can only be felt in the heart

that is open to her love,

in the spirit that is

longing for her companionship,

and in the child who is

in need of a Mother.

Thank you St. Luke for bringing our Mother's love into our hearts with your artistry of words, and thank you for journeying through this year with me as my own personal companion and patron saint!