Wholly Painted

Inside the shell lives a tray of twisted metal

It’s more maligned than a crushed flower petal

Covered in the pitch and verdant of latex sin

The demons of satin and semi-gloss will surely win

Make a choice upon two possible outcomes

The one sensibly rejected yield results so numb

Dark ivy, the shade of envy that’s intense

Energy red, the color of wrath that loses sense

Sunflower, the hue that reveals the truest fear

Ink drop, the shade that makes guilt so sincere

The color of tribulation is tossed in the shaker

On the metal soul that was given by the Maker

Time moves onward and the layers pile on

The shine on the metal is a long time gone

Baked and caked and totally crusted

Like a Creed song, weathered and rusted

Placed on the counter, the tray sees far and wide

All of the other trays are piled, freedom now denied

The tray hops up and down making a loud noise

Razor blade and Spitfire angels, two fly boys

Race to the counter and pull it toward home

He wondered why he felt so, so alone

Gazing up high into the brightness vast

Two hands come down with a loving blast

Razor in the left, Spitfire in the right

This removal job wouldn’t take one night

The razor scraped as the cleaner sprayed

An old paint tray was being newly made

Cutting away all the vinyl in the corners dark

All that was left was a tiny razor mark

A nick, a scar to remind him of the past

Then came the polish, the sheen to last

Bowing down so the tray could see the painter’s face

You are forgiven, he said, go forth with my grace

The tray said thank you and promised himself

To the LORD, all his time, talents, and wealth

Later in life, the old tray went up into the sky

For the LORD, he was given placement as he died

Placed in the heavenly shaker for a small time

He was covered in enamel that would make him shine

He finished the race and the soul wasn’t tainted

It was better than being in sin, wholly painted

Author's Note

Yeah, I have my moments where I'm not a complete hypocrite and heathen.

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

this makes me think of all the ways that we are influenced