Tuesday, September 29, 2009

When Earth's Last Picture is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!

And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair;
They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!

~ Rudyard Kipling


I've always loved this poem, heard it again today.


V. Bridges-Hoyt said...

I love this poem, too. It's powerful in its content and meaning.

Deb Kirkeeide said...

ooh yeah, I love this!

Annie-Maree said...

I have never heard this poem before, but I love everything about it. I have imagined so many times, sitting with the Lord in Heaven, painting to my hearts content!! What a beautiful poem, Thankyou!!!

PS, I really love your artwork, I followed your link from wetcanvas. Just beautiful!!!