Close, clothe, and wrap up
the open, bare, stripped down
authenticity-

Paint a spectacle for me
out of your sincerity,
your

honest, driven, eager
capacity to act, perform,
to tell a story, weave magic.

Let reign inside your skin the theatrics.
Look up, gaze transfixed
on art,

that we may gaze at you and see
art, that you’ve embodied,
that you already are-

a work of art that rises off the page,
a song that dances with
the listener,

a workmanship,
not merely taking talent
but in fact possessing it,

a vessel of God’s good gifts,
of remarkable condensed capacity,
awe inspiring,

like the regal majestic beauty beheld
when laying one’s hands on
a lion.