VINCENT
"For they could not love you, But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside,On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you"
Last night I had a dream. I was fifteen years old and I was running around inside one of Vincent Van Gogh's colorful, surreal paintings. It felt more like I was the brush in Van Gogh's hand as he was painting one of his masterpiece's.
When I woke up, I realized that it wasn't the hand of Vincent that I experienced. I was the brush but it was in the hand of God and my life was His creation, His masterpiece.
It was at fifteen I discovered I was an artist.
Who say's dreams don't come true?
James Robert Kessler
Because of Him Art Ministry 2009
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