On Thin Ice

I’m out on the ice,
Selling Lines to the cold
Auditions are being held:
God is suddenly casting,
His Line is now out there
“Calling all Artists, Calling all Artists!”
The Heart of God is Creative
Feel the Love
Find the inner Spirit
God is calling
Make paintings
And enjoy the hell out of Life
Send those demons back home
Where they came from
To the hot depths of hell
Earth is an ice sculpture of Heaven
It’s too cold to complain
So let’s ice skate?
Making designs with the rough edges
Digging deep into the ice,
To make Art worthwhile
Don’t melt
With the heat of the World
Stay cool
Like a frozen Lake
Only then can you draw your Life out on the surface
Of something remarkably beautiful

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