DEEDS OF THE SAINTS ±27in. x 30.5in., ±68.6cm. x 77.5cm. c.2012 oil on panel
DEEDS OF THE SAINTS The hardened hand of man can be so very cruel Can reap the clouded fool Can prey, can slay, can force its vicious way and strike the final duel But that same sad hardened sense Can, as well, sway the other way Simply by time, simply by poise Simply by aging, shaping, and seeing grief defined Like a scene that plays through time, over and again Anger turns to alms In the former worst of men A simple story told that varies vastly in its tone For it's not in what is said, but in the acts that become known The acts that stand alone That proves a man can change And his soul is ever grown