What is Art?

Though a beautiful enigma, art is not just a question,

But an expression of passion and divine intention.

It is a creation that transcends the mortal coil,

A reflection of life and God’s infinite toil.

To ask what art is, does not make one fake,

For in the seeking, one’s true passion may awake,

A forger may mimic, but lack creative fire,

Only the ardent mind can truly admire.

But, to simply ask “What is art?” is to miss the point,

For it is not a definition that one can anoint.

It is a feeling that flows from within,

A passion that drives us to create and win.

To be counterfeit is to be lost in life,

Not knowing oneself or the purpose to strive,

But the canvas and paint, the body and brain,

Breathe life into art, again and again.

Like a larva, one may question the worth,

But art is the essence of all life on this earth,

For in the soul of passion, the invention is born,

And inspiration takes flight, a beauty to adorn.

Original thought, to escape from death’s grip,

For a masterpiece to last, validation must equip,

The mind can be a desiccated worm, dry and dead,

But true art can give it wings, and a new life ahead.

To be empty of passion is to be dead,

But with God’s touch, even the maggot is fed,

And just as the caterpillar becomes a butterfly,

Art can overcome death, and never truly die.

The phony may proclaim air as the mind’s only fate,

But true art is a creation that transcends life’s gate,

Rejoice in creation, and the passion within,

For God’s art is holy, a beauty that never dims.

Art is the canvas of heaven, hot with passion,

And the path to hell, scorched by misguided action.

It is the essence of life and beyond death’s grasp,

A masterpiece created by God’s infinite clasp.

The canvas of heaven, hot with passion and light,

And the path to hell scorches with perpetual night.

In accepting our design, willed by God’s thought,

We become a masterpiece, a true work of art.

To be an artist is to be in tune with divinity,

To channel passion with creativity, with clarity.

It is to understand that life is but a canvas.

We are the painters, guided by God’s vastness.

So fear not death, but rejoice in creation,

For art is the legacy of our earthly station.

It is a reflection of our soul’s eternal flame,

A masterpiece that transcends both time and name.

Aligning our thoughts with God’s passion and grace,

We become a masterpiece, a beauty that never fades,

For in life, we are artists, and in death, we remain,

A sentient and awe-inspiring art, God’s eternal refrain.