Sketches of happiness

Sketches and pieces of happiness,
Not a full picture yet but its beautiful work in progress,
I am overwhelmed by the masterstrokes of God's paintbrushes,
Executed with an abbot's patience even when my mind rushes,

The lead from my master's pencil feels rough against the skin of my canvas,
But I persevere knowing its necessary roughness,
Like a mother perseveres through child birth,
I want the picture big but I let Him decide the girth,

Patiently waiting till its filled with perfect colours,
Not a complete picture yet but it already looks wondrous,
I watch the master's hand work with fascinated curiosity,
The effortlessness with which it moves amplifying His superiority

I suggest colours with the humility of a Franciscan priest,
Fearful even as the words leave my lips,
My head bowed low hiding the shame of my guilt,
How dare I try to direct a hand so great,

I am always pleased when my suggestions are added in,
A shy smile invades my face as I express gratitude for the blessings granted me,
But I try not to disrupt as the master works,
I just do my part, and let him decide what its worth,

Sometimes the picture is unclear to me but the master is all-knowing,
So I am calm to see what time will end up showing,
As master says, walk by faith and not by sight,
From these sketches of happiness, I know the picture will be perfectly alright,