The Signing of My Name

by David Caplan

I am so troubled when I sign my name to my art,

Because my art is not mine, It comes from some other place,

not my own.

Not from these lazy hands that idle away its potential,

Its great gifts it was made of, Made of heaven herself.

I am Lazy and uninspired now, but once I was my Art,

I was it and it was me because I was outside myself,

I was this place that was not ashamed to sign its name to these great drips from GodÕs sapphire eyes.

But I am trying to be them again.

Amen.

©2000DavidCaplan