Love swept me away again….

No, I’m not talking about the kids, or Dirty Gentleman. I love art. I love all things artistic. That love sweeps me away, it’s an on again off again kind of relationship. Mostly because I don’t have time to be devoted to it as often as I’d like. Which isn’t a bad thing considering how quickly the hours tick by when I’m off in that world. I lose myself and find myself all at the same time.

I honestly played the piano for 6 hours yesterday. Oops.


Little Miss Psychopath was at therapy for the morning and pre-school for the afternoon, and since out trip to Edmonton over the weekend I was needing an escape. Every mama needs some sort of escape. Make sure ya’ll take that time. It makes you a better mama, wife and woman! So, I got into jazz music and it is SO fun to play! I also finally learned to play my sisters wedding song on piano, I’ve only had the music for 15 years.

It seems like I am needing a creative escape this week, so I’m going to share one of my favourite poems with you. I remember being read this poem by my mom when I was a teenager. This was one of the things she read to me that had a big impact on me and I never forgot it, thanks mom <3. Because of that I’ve shared this poem many times with my own children over the years, and now, I share it with you. If you’ve read it before then enjoy it again, if not, get ready to LOVE it!

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?””Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three…” But no,
From the room, far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As a caroling angel sings.The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: “What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice,
And going and gone,” said he.The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of the Master’s hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin.A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,
A game — and he travels on.
He is “going” once, and “going” twice,
He’s “going” and almost “gone.”
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.

For a long time this poem was anonymous, but it was written by Myra Brooks Welch in 1921. It’s a christian poem, but it’s so touching and unforgettable I think almost anyone could find some sort of application.
I love it.
The other poem I like as much as this one is the cremation of Sam McGee, don’t ask me why, I just love reading it, and the creep factor makes it that much better.
Do you enjoy art? What’s your favourite poem? I’d love to read it! Comment below with your favourite poem or choice of mama escape.
T, xx

 

11 thoughts on “Love swept me away again….

  1. Great poem! I love it! I also love art as it is a creative expression of one’s soul. My fav is from Shakespeare – sonnet 29:

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state,
    And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
    And look upon myself and curse my fate,
    Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
    Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
    With what I most enjoy contented least;
    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
    Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
    (Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
    For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

    It is about being seen… <3 Enjoy!

    1. So nice to find someone else who views art that way! I love that poem thank you so much for sharing. I could read a poem 10 times and always find something new to dwell on I think <3

    1. Thanks for reading, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Haha art is so subjective, your probably good and just have the wrong audience 😉 we are always our own worst critics.

    1. I’m a little jealous, my husband doesn’t have an artistic bone in his body, but I love him just the same :). Thanks for reading!!

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