The Masterpiece Poem by Jason Bartley

A Master painter set off one day,
He wanted to paint and so he did.
His student sat and snickered at the mess.
The canvas he saw was a glob of paint.
Not no Masterpiece, a piece of art it "aint".
Well the Master painter stood by his art,
He could see something beautiful had began to start.
He could envision the waves and the dark starry night, behind the work.
His student had lost all faith and began to smirk.
The painter took out different hues of paint.
He mixed some colors with others and scratched lines for borders.
A lighthouse began to form in the midst of a violent sea, guiding lost ships to a sanctuary.
The Master painter painted away as his student just sat and sighed.
He poured out His creativity into a stormy night sky.
He painted a picture as if He had seen it with his own eye.
He bled on the picture his heart and his soul.
His emotions flowed into the portrait.
He proudly signed his initials on the back.
It was auctioned some years later,
It brought a hefty price.
Nothing could repay the lesson a student
had learned on that day by a master painter
who had a vision and made a way.