July 20, 2016

The Artist

The Artist

An artist begins, with faltering steps,
A hesitant touch, a fearful approach
No love for the thing, perhaps
At first.

At first,
The artists approach is in love for another
To parent, to teacher, to master, to other
To obey and to work,
Faltering steps on a path
Dimly lit.

Dimly lit the path,
But soon growing brighter
A path of her own,
Still trod by others
In love of the thing,
For itself.

For itself, for the thing
For the art, she can sing
Creator with others,
A master, a teacher, a parent herself,
A guide to others,
From then to the end.

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