Hanging in the gallery of my soul, decorating the walls. I’ve hung many canvases, some that you have never seen.
The wall behind me holds a portrait, painted beautiful with hues of green and blue; this portrait shows things in life that have never been.
Next, you will see a canvas painted with a beautiful bouquet, showing all the things I’ve given away in life.
Look to your left—don’t turn too far, you might miss this tiny masterpiece that some call art. This tiny art piece shows the littlest kidney bean in the palm of my hand. What was once a dark spot on it, now removed, shows how much grace this little thing has produced.
As you walk by, you see a hanging, almost clear sheet; this is what it feels like when people look at me.
On the wall behind the sheet is a beautiful display showing many footprints of everyone who has walked in my life today.
In the corner, on a little shelf, a broken vessel sits. This vessel was put back together without its biggest piece. Though tattered and misshapen, this vessel still shows so much beauty.
On the biggest wall, by itself, you see a boldly shaped red heart painted so brightly; this piece shows how my heart feels when I am being loved just right.
So, as you have walked and wandered in this gallery of my soul, I hope you find comfort and know that not all of your precious art can be sold.
