Devotional

This is my church…blank experienced walls.
Where black & white bleed out on naked halls.

Where all thoughts are welcome, even the bad.
Where one can work out; eternal or fad?

Where blood is turned black & the paper cuts.
Where anyone’s allowed to spill their guts.

Where solace waits for overburdened hearts.
Where pain’s defeated…stretched out into art.

Thus, I paint churches; my graffiti deft.
I create with pain until there’s none left.