The painters
The writers
The music makers
All the artists
Of the world
In their own dialect
Speak the language
Of life
With a sense of
Awe and fear
Of living and dying.
Yet always trying
To reach the pinnacle,
Trying to show
The way,
Trying for fulfillment and sanctification.
They all in one way or another
Navigate
By the needle of trust
In the compass of hope
Pointing due Homeward.
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