If I could paint you in my head
What colours would I use?
When all His nature used before
Any hue that I could choose.
Original I could not be
No masterpiece could fake
“Imitation must be your key”
Yet this forgery I make.
Modern masters look to me
As empty piercing lights
My brush is tattered in its climb
To it’s Master’s lofty heights
What skill we had is fading fast
As each day I see more clear –
We cannot relive a gloried past
But must create in ‘now and here’.
S.K Downes
