Canvas

We are born a blank canvas. 
Before birth, there was the Artist at work,
his design flawless. 
We just needed to follow his brush,
his flawless design.
But we create on our own.
We decide to make, us.
The blank canvas soon becomes,

us.

Nothing more.
A mess.
A mess seemingly like nothing,
There is something.
Beneath it,
over it,
around it.
There is someone.
Hope,
Love,
Grace.
In a name, 

Jesus.

In Him we become the Canvas,
where the Artist paints,
yet again.
Using us,
Using the mess,
To create a new work.
A Beautiful mess.
A mess is unfinished,
A mess is incomplete,
A mess is imperfect,
A mess is in process,
We are the mess.

The unfinished mess.

The beautiful unfinished mess.

The Artists work is not done.
His work is unfolding.
A longer than life unveiling
We are to Him,
a blank Canvas.
A work of art that is your life,
your story,
your mess,
what I call,
your

Canvas.