Thoughtfulness Soul Painting

Out of the wound we pluck The shrapnel. The thorns we squeeze Out of the hand. Even poison forth we suck, And after pain we have ease. But images that grow Within the soul have life Like cancer and, often cut, live on below The deepest of the knife, Waiting their time to shoot At some defenceless hour Their poison, unimpaired, at the hearts root, And, like a golden shower, Unanswerably sweet, Bright with returning guilt, Fatally in a moment’s time defeat Our brazen towers long built; And all our former pain And all our surgeon’s care Is lost, and all the unbearable (in vain Borne once) is still to bear. C S Lewis

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:23.6 W x 23.6 H x 1.2 D in

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