Tuesday, December 29, 2009


O Christ, the storyteller, release in us a compassion, an empathy.
paint for us eternal truth -
as eternity does not refer to "later," it refers to "neverending."
so let us live with "neverending" prefixed to our character, and let us, forever,
sing new melodies in the morning
harmonize with creation
dance the make-believe hours away
act with grace and agility and poise
capture beauty in ashes
paint eternal truths
write. create. make.

for art is the imitation, the imitation of life.
and if my life is an imitation of Christ,
may my art be the imitation of Christ.

“Are you a born writer? Were you put on the Earth to be painter, a scientist, an apostle of peace? In the end the question can only be answered by action.

Do it or don’t do it.

It may help you to think of it this way. If you were meant to cure cancer or write a symphony or crack cold fusion and you don’t do it, you not only hurt yourself, even destroy yourself. You hurt your children. You hurt me. You hurt the planet.

You shame the angels who watch over you and you spite the Almighty, who created you and only you with your unique gifts, for the sole purpose of nudging the human race one millimeter farther along its path back to God.

Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. Its a gift to the world and every being in it. Don’t cheat us of your contribution. Give us what you’ve got.”

from The War of Art by Steven Pressfield


currently listening: "Fling Wide" Misty Edwards

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