The divinity of art
hiding in the folds
Draping o’er the multitudes
placing time on hold  

Its pristine encumbrance
so gently it calls
Speaking to our purity
transcending the small

The divinity of art  
in all of its forms
Its music seeks to woo us
its canvas adorns

And once it gains entry
our emptiness hides
Eternity surrenders  
—and Heaven presides

(The New Room: May, 2023)