Goodnesss, Truth and Beauty, All

A torch with smoke and gods unknown despatched

The darkness, making more than art, much more.

The spirit kingdoms, kin to men’s, were snatched

Occult from realms unpainted, made to soar

From mere reality and sent above

To walls and ceiling with elán that souls

Have sand-blind known since humans always love

The truth and beauty, always sensed, since foals

And aurochs’ horns gave grace to hunting sight.

To capture good like these forever called

For miracles from brushes, depths of night

In caves where wary worshipers have crawled.

  Divinity is spelled by paint and heart;

    Set down in permanence and chant, this art.

~ Phillip Whidden