Credo Under the Leaves

Her painting revealed God's gifts.

Credo Under the Leaves

Under the leaves my mind has come apart.
         The pieces are spent on mythical scenes
         of fauns and man-like beasts. Caught in the greens
of spring, I thus have wandered to your art:

Lady With Umbrella I would have known
         to be yours without a question. She has
         the sentient look of one whose image is
forever deep and placid as your own.

In the twilight of human creeds, I believe
         that Christ has come, will come again, forgives
         even a voyeur of art, one who lives
under the leaves, too joyful not to grieve.